Polly

I got a parrot, Polly is it's name
Never know what that bird will say, I swear I'm not to blame
Polly is a smart ass, born somewhere south of hell
Where it got its phrases, it's a secret she'll never tell

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"Polly wants a hand grenade"
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
Polly doesn't care about the plans you made
"Blow it up"
"Blow it up"
"Polly wants a hand grenade"

Polly on the front porch in the dark on Halloween
Kids knocking on the door
"Cut his throat, cut his throat!!"
Man those kids would scream

Polly knows cuss words, things I won't repeat
Says them to our preacher, about fell off my seat
Preacher says a prayer for the cussing bird
Polly says another, preacher left without a word

Chorus

Polly is a sweet bird, she doesn't know what she is saying
But the situations she puts me in can drive a man insane
Polly does a wolf whistle when a pretty girl walks near
It's embarrassing, unless they like it, then Polly is a dear

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