I may seem flighty, my head in the clouds
I've got a glassy stare,
My nose is in the air
I'm no iconoclast, I follow the crowds
I dig a public square,
I know the gang will all be there
If there's a handout, I'll be makin' the scene
You'll see me struttin', gettin' puffed up for my lady queen
You won't get no respect unless you cop a 'tude
I'm in a pigeon kinda mood

You hear me tappin' at your windowsill
You're at home, I know;You're dealin' with a pro
Don't try to dodge me: you're payin' my bill
I'm not some croakin' crow,
And you're no Edgar Allan Poe
Some sissy said to me, "Don't crap where you eat."
You think I give a rap, then you can kiss my filthy feet
So don't pretend you didn't hear me when I cooed:
I'm in a pigeon kinda mood

Yeah, I've got limits: I won't play your games
I ain't no cockapoo, so don't call me names
I aint no pussycat, so don't try to pet me
But I will eat all those peanuts if you let me
I aint scared of nothin': just go ahead and try--
Is that a hawk up in the sky? 'Scuse me a second....
...Now then, where was I?

It's not all gravy, this life on the wing
I had a pal named Clay;
He ain't with us today
Sometimes you're cashin' in, your crop goes ka-ching!
Along'll come a stray
You've gotta pause to chase away
Look out for number one, beware the double cross
A squab'll rob you blind if you don't let him know who's boss
I've made a livin' bein' obnoxious and rude
I'm in a pigeon kinda mood...

Babe, there is almost nothin' I won't do for food
I'm in a pigeon kinda mood