I don't mind the sparrows stealin' my seed
   the crow gettin' fat on my corn
   but that beady eyed buzzard hangin' 'round my gal
   is gonna wish he never was born ( never was born! )
  
   Let the hungry old hawk take a chicken or two
   and only the rooster will cry
   but the beady eyed buzzard hangin' 'round my gal
   is gonna wish he knew how to fly!
  
   Better start flyin'
   you better high tail it outta town!
   You're headin' straight for trouble
   if you keep on a circling 'round!
  
   You can fill up your pockets with ma seed an' ma corn
   take my horse, load the wagon up too!
   But you beady eyed buzzard stay away from my gal
   or else it's gonna be . . . the end of you!
  
   ( Better start flyin' . . . )
   you better high tail it outta town!
   You're headin' straight for trouble
   if you keep on a circling 'round!
  
   You can fill up your pockets with ma seed an' ma corn
   take my horse, load the wagon up too!
   But you beady eyed buzzard stay away from my gal
   or else it's gonna be . . . the end of you!
  
   . . . the end of you!