Owls

Owls, everyone is fond of owls

Except for mice and shrews and Simon Cowells



And you know why they come for you

The owls in your dressing room

The owls in your gravy

Even if you hide at sea, there's owls in the navy



Simon Cowell, your days are numbered

Owls will get you while you slumber

In the night they'll come for you

And tear your crazy legs in two



Cos' you're the king of the beavers, the king of the beavers

You cannot deceive us, and you can't fool owls !



The king of the beavers, the king of the beavers

You cannot deceive us, and you can't fool owls !