I bought this parrot
Only half an hour ago
And if you say it's lunchtime, then before you close
Please tell me, what I'd like to know
'Cause there's something inside
This cage that I took away
Look: it's a dead parrot
"What's wrong with him?" you say

It's late, ain't you hearing what I said
It's late, he's not resting, no this parrot he is dead
It's late - when I gave him an inspection more detailed
It's late - I realised that on his perch he had been nailed
It's late, it's late, it's late
This bird is late.

You say 'e's resting
And I tell you that it's dead
But after I've tried shaking, and I've tried shouting
He doesn't even shift his head
Now you tell me he's moving
But you hit his cage - I saw you
No, he's not pining
My inert Norwegian Blue
HEY POLLY!! TESTING!!
I can tell this parrot's through

It's late, lovely plumage, the Norwegian Blue
It's late, but his feathers were only stuck on with glue
It's late - he's met his maker, he has found his just rewards
It's late - don't try to tell me he's just pining for the fjords
It's late, it's late, it's late,
This bird is late

This bird is dead
Oh yes he's dead
He's bleedin dead
We need to work it out
I said he's dead
You know he's dead
I want to know what are you gonna do about
Tell me

It's late
It's late
Bird is late

He's staring at me
No expression in his eye
If we gave him jolts
Of four million volts
I know he still wouldn't fly
He's bereft of life
He is bleedin' demised
He's off the twig
This parrot's not alive

It's late and soon he will start to spoil
It's late, passed away, shuffled off his mortal coil
It's late - he's expired, and so why should I care it
Ceased to be, kicked the bucket - THIS IS AN EX-PARROT
It's late, it's late, it's late, it's late
It's late, it's late, it's late
The bird is late