Bob:
Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth.
Ken:

That's my name, sir, spoken thrice
Bob:
There's a foulness wafting from your

fowl-enclosure device
Ken:
Surely crap you must be speaking!

Bob:
That's the stench of which I speak
Ken:

And from whence hath this stench cometh?
Bob:
From that critter with the beak

Ken:
There's no stench that I can sense, Bob
Bob:

Hath thy nostrils gone insane?
Hath thy stench-sensing synapses
Leapt from out thy troubled brain?

Nay, proximity for long terms
Must have dulled thy senses, Ken
For I smell it now, and when I sniff

I smell it once again

Both:

Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells

Don't you know your bird smells

Ken:

The olfactory offenses, Bob,
that you insinuate
Could they not be from the fumes

Produced digesting what you ate?
For the nose mayhap which smelt it
Verily could be attached

To the !@#* which hath dealt it
Check thy briefs, sir, for a patch!


Bob:
Why, how dare ye, Ken, you !@$(,
Ne'er a stench so ripe and foul

Hath erupted from the depths of
Any mortal human bowel!
Let alone those that I call my own

Oh Ken, you caustic cad!
Ken:
Bob, your %#@! don't smell like roses

Bob:
Yeah, but Ken, it ain't that bad


Both:
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells

Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells


Bob:
Look upon your addled parrot
Was it your intent to scare it

When you lined its cage with lyrics
By Rob Zombie and Syd Barrett?
Cuz it did what anything would do

In quarters such as these
Unleashed its bowels' contents
With no small degree of ease


Ken:
Is it really necessary

To critique my aviary
By the way of nasal passages
both mucasy and hairy

Bob:
No inspection was conducted
I just merely passed it by
And the stench, Ken, did affront
The very laws the nose lives by

because

Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells

Don't you know your bird smells

Bob:
Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth
Kenneth:

Bob, your voice doth feed my rage
Bob:
Get thy stench from off thy pet, sir!
Kenneth:
Get thy nose from out my cage!

For this pesudo-foppish discourse
Now hath reached its ending line
Bob:
May thy testes, then, explodeth!
Kenneth:
And may thee, Bob, choke on thine!


Both:
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells

Don't you know your bird smells
Your bird smells, your bird smells
Don't you know your bird sodding smells
Oh my!