My Canary Has Circles Under His Eyes

C D Dm C All this world is up-to-date; even children stay up late Dm C G Things are just not what they used to be C D Dm C All this world is off its nut – going crazy – nothing but D G G7 Just get this earful from me: C B7 C B7 Since making whoopee became all the rage C B7 A7 It's even got to the old bird cage F C G C A7 D7 G7 My canary has circles under his eyes. C B7 C B7 He used to whistle 'The Prisoner's Song' C B7 A7 Now he does snake-hips the whole night long. F C G C F C C7 My poor canary has circles under his eyes. F C7 F Now there was a time he was satisfied Dm A7 Dm To flit among the flowers. D A7 D But now when I let him out he'll hide Dm A7 Dm G7 Up in a tree for hours. C B7 C B7 Instead of taking a much needed rest C B7 A7 He's flying out to some sparrow's nest. F C G C F C G My canary has circles under his eyes. C B7 C B7 He has no girlfriends – that I'm certain of C B7 A7 But he thinks 'What is this thing called love?' F C G C A7 D7 G7 My canary has circles under his eyes. C B7 C B7 Birds of a feather, the old story goes, C B7 A7 But love is something nobody knows F C G C F C C7 My poor canary has circles under his eyes. F C7 F Now maybe he's worried – the little lamb Dm A7 Dm He always looks so solemn D A7 D I wonder if he is in a jam Dm A Dm G I'll look in Swaffer's Column C B7 C B7 He won't eat his birdseed – it's really a sin C B7 A7 He won't sing a thing without his drop of gin. F C G E7 A7 My canary has circles under his eyes. F C G C My poor canary has circles under his eyes.