Quincy Jones - Foul Owl Lyrics

Lyrics Foul Owl - Quincy Jones



All you little birds better lock up tight,
'Cause there's a foul owl on the prowl tonight.
Hey, little lark, get outta the dark.
Foul owl on the prowl.
Cute little jay, stay outta his way.
Foul owl on the prowl.
You just might be the quail he'll tail.
Foul owl on the prowl.
You just might be the swallow he'll follow.
Foul owl on the prowl.
If you hear him hoot - scoot.
If you pass his tree - flee.
If you catch his eye - fly.
Don't wait to say goodbye.
He's got a yen for a purdy little hen.
Foul owl on the prowl.
He's hungry for a chick, so get home quick.
Foul owl on the prowl.
Foul owl on the prowl.
Foul owl on the prowl.



Writer(s): Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Quincy D Jones


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