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[C] Spring is [A7] here, a-suh-puh-[D7]ring is [G7] here.
[C] Life is [A7] skittles and [D7] life is [G7] beer.
[C] I think the [G7] loveliest [C] time of the [G7] year is the [C]
spring.
Dont [A7] you? [D7] Course you [G7] do.
But theres [Dm] one thing that makes spring [C] complete for me,
And [D7] makes every Sunday a [G] treat for [G7] me.
All the [C] world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When were poisoning pigeons in the [G7] park.
Every [Dm] Sunday youll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we [G7] poison the pigeons in the [C] park.
When [F] they see us coming, the [C] birdies all try anhide,
But they [D7] still go for peanuts when [G7] coated with cyanide.
The [C] suns shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When were [D7] poisoning [G7] pigeons in the [C] park.
Weve [G7] gained notoriety,
And [C] caused much anxiety
In the [G7] Audubon Society
With our [C] games.
They [A7] call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant [D] names.
But its [D7] not against any re[G]ligion
To [D7] want to dispose of a [G7] pigeon.
[G7] So if [C] Sunday youre free,
Why dont you come with me,
And well poison the pigeons in the [G7] park.
And [Dm] maybe well do
In a squirrel or two,
While were [G7] poisoning pigeons in the [C] park.
Well [F] murder them all amid [C] laughter and merriment,
Ex[D7] cept for the few we take [G7] home to experiment.
My [C] pulse will be quikenin
With each drop of strychnine
We [D7] feed to a [G7] pigeon.
It [D7] just takes a [G7] smidgen!
To [D7] poison a [G7] pigeon in the [C] park. [G7] [C]
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