My Canary Has Circles Under His Eyes

C D Dm C This old world is slipping fast: how much longer can we last? Dm C G Have we gone completely off our dome? C D Dm C With this modernistic stuff: I'm through, I've had enough D G G7 I'm so worried now since it hit home C B7 C B7 Since making whoopee became all the rage C B7 A7 It's even gotten 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 canary has circles under his eyes. F C7 F 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 the 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 A7 D7 G7 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 sings '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 canary has circles under his eyes. F C7 F He may be 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 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 cup of gin. F C G C My canary has circles under his eyes.