Honey, think of me when spring is in the air,And those bald-headed birds are a-whispering everywhere,And you see them walking southward in their dirty underwear;That’s the Tennessee Bird Walk.(Google it; you’ll be glad you did.)
Honey, think of me when spring is in the air,And those bald-headed birds are a-whispering everywhere,And you see them walking southward in their dirty underwear;That’s the Tennessee Bird Walk.(Google it; you’ll be glad you did.)