I think I found the culprit

Looks like you, it must be you

Ain′t found nothing better yet

What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?

Two crumbs on my window sill

Two birds sitting there perfectly still

One of them up to no good

The other one doing what he totally should

I think I found the culprit

Looks like you, it must be you

Ain′t found nothing better yet

What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?

Birds of a feather may lay together

But the uglier one is always under the gun

Birds of a feather may lay together

But the uglier one is always under the gun

Birds of a feather may lay together

But the uglier one is always under the gun

Birds of a feather may lay together

But the uglier one is always under the gun

I think I found the culprit

Looks like you, it must be you

Ain't found nothing better yet

What′s the matter with you, you got nothing to do?

Birds of a feather may lay together

But the uglier one is always under the gun

Birds of a feather may lay together

But the uglier one is always under the gun

Birds of a feather may lay together

But the uglier one is always under the gun