All this world is up to date
Even children stay up late
Things are not just what they used to be
All this world is off its nut
Going crazy, nothing but
Just get this earful from me
Since making whoopee became all the rage
It's even got to the old birdcage
Oh, my canary has circles under his eyes
He used to whistle "The Prisoner's Song"
Now he does snake hips the whole night long
My canary has circles under his eyes
Now, there was a time he was satisfied
To flit among the flowers
But now, when I let him out, he'll hide
Up in a tree for hours
Instead of taking a much-needed rest
He's flying out to some sparrow's nest
My canary has circles under his eyes
He has no girlfriend, that I'm certain of
But he sings "What Is This Thing Called Love?"
My canary has circles under his eyes
Birds of a feather, the old story goes
But love is something nobody knows
My poor canary has circles under his eyes
Oh, maybe he's worried, the little lamb
He always looks so solemn
I wonder if he is in a jam
I'll look in Swaffer's column
He won't eat his birdseed, it's really a sin
He won't sing a thing without his drop of gin
My canary has circles under his eyes