Life is skittles, And life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring. But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me, And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me. All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon, When we're poisoning pigeons in the park. Ev'ry Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me, As we poison the pigeons in the park. When they see us coming, The birdies all try an' hide, But they still go for peanuts When coated with cyanide.