It’s triangles all the way down

One thing is for certain though. It’s not normal.

A clear violation of bird law

I can’t stand to fly I’m not that naive I’m just there to find The better part of me

I’m more than a bird I’m more than a plane I’m a birdplane I’m a birdplane I’m a birdplane

A part of me is a bird The other part is a plane See my feathers Hear my engines My beak and my hydraulic suspensions

Birdplane (A birdplane) I’m a birdplane (A birdplane) I’m a birdplane (A birdplane) Check me out I’m a birdplane (Check me out I’m a birdplane)

I wish that I could cry And fall upon my beak Find a way to lie And pretend I’m not a freak

It may sound insane It might be absurd But I’m a plane and I’m also a bird

You may be confused Now don’t be naive Cause I can eat diesel-flavored birdseed

Cause I’m a birdplane (A birdplane) I’m a birdplane (A birdplane) I’m a birdplane (A birdplane) A motherfuckin’ birdplane (A motherfuckin’ birdplane)

And it’s not easy To be a birdplane

It’s not a pipe.

Na na na na na na na na bird sprite

it’s super(b owl) man

It’s a bird plane

If it flies, it spies c/birdsarentreal

It’s a quad