In the morning, one April morning Turned my head up to the sky From the high tree top came the sweet sound Waves of color filled my eyes They lived in cages each one each one lone, listen there Telling me they're free It's a hundred parrots and they're singing so sweet I thought that heaven was starring the canopy In presidio of san francisco Meet for their morning round And the sweet song singing always made me late for work just a hundred parrots in the sky So please mister [?] don't you tear them palm trees down Ain't no computer in the world going to bring them parrots back around They're not native, we're not native, but somehow we're all getting by And they search the city north and south till they smell their parrot kind We live in houses you and I, days are drifting slowly by Was it so hard to keep our good friends together just a hundred parrots in the sky If I hear the sound they cry I will gather your good friends round, your cage ain't so strong, I'm gonna bust you out Your cage ain't so strong... bust you out