paroles de chanson My Canary Has Circles Under His Eyes (Recorded March 1931) - Marion Harris

This old world is slipping fast
How much longer can we last?
Have we gone completely off our domes?
With this modernistic stuff
I'm through, I've had enough
I'm so worried now since it hit home

Since making whoopee
Became all the rage
It's even gotten
To the old birdcage
And my canary has circles under his eyes
He used to whistle
The prisoner's song
Now he does snake hips
The whole night long
And my canary has circles under his eyes

Now there was a time he was satisfied
To flit among the flowers
But now when I let him out he'll hide
Up in a tree for hours
Instead of taking
A much-needed rest
He's flying out to some sparrow's nest
And my canary as circles under his eyes

He has no girlfriend
That I'm certain of
But he sings
'What is this thing called love?'
And my canary has circles under his eyes
Birds of a feather
The old story goes
But love is something
Nobody knows
And my canary has circles under his eyes

Now maybe he's worried
The little lamb
He always looks so solemn
I wonder if he is in a jam
I'll look in Swaffer's column
He won't eat his birdseed
It's really a sin
He won't sing a thing
Without his cup of gin
And my canary has circles under his eyes