Peacocks Lyrics

Saturday mornin, first stop

Look at the line of peacocks

A cuppa joe, cocktail, motel pool

All the cool kids tryin' to stay cool

Cigarette smoke and dance floor hump

Man, the kids sure like that big thump

And barely there, bikini pink

Aw, man, what would your dad think

Birds of a feather

Birds of a feather, now

Birds of a feather

They flock together

Miss You remix, DJ star

Do those kids even know who the Stones are

And some girls, they would sure be flattered

Mick and Keith- they'd be shattered

Girls who like boys who dig boys who like girls

In the woke sun, it's all a blur

And quick, snap, filter one-two-three

Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me

Birds of a feather

Birds of a feather, now

Birds of a feather

They flock together

Birds of a feather

Birds of a feather, now

Birds of a feather

They flock together