I got a hawkery
That's where you keep hawks
And in my hawkery

I have a special hawk

He's a spastic hawk

Spastic hawk
Spastic hawk
Spastic hawk


The other hawks
Like to give him a hard time

Because his neck is bent
And his talons are dull
They make fun of him

Because he's different
They make fun of him
Because he's not the same


He's a spastic hawk
Spastic hawk

He's a spastic hawk
Spastic hawk
Spastic hawk

Spastic hawk

When you see my little hawk

He's not that different from the other ones
But they can't see that!
For in his heart he has the exact feelings and desires as them

Like poaching on my hand
And eating frozen mice
But most of all

My spastic hawk wants to be free, yeah!

One day when I was feeding the hawks

I opened up the cage
The other hawks pushed the spastic away
Taking all the food for themselves

But while they were consumed
By their own greed
The spastic hawk looked over that blue, blue sky

And mustering all his strength
He leaped forward
And flew past my left shoulder

I did not attempt to stop him
I did not beckon him back
I said fly away spastic hawk

Fly away spastic hawk
Fly away spastic hawk
Fly away spastic hawk

I said fly away spastic hawk
Fly away spastic hawk
Fly away spastic hawk

Fly away spastic hawk