Dee the Surfin Bird (Part 1)

Dee: 🎵A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word🎵

Dee: 🎵Jessie, don't you know, about the bird?
Butch, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A well a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word🎵

Dee: 🎵Hey, guy behind the counter, the bird is the word! Hey, frightened little child, the bird is the word! Lady on the toilet...

Woman: AAH!

Dee: 🎵...the bird is the word! Hey, don't you know about the bird?

Woman: 🎵Sure, everybody knows that the bird is the word!🎵

Dee: 🎵A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word🎵

Dex: Again again! I love repetition!

*RECORD SCRATCH*

Dee: Hey, what's the big idea?

Waiter: This song's from the 1960s. It shouldn't be in the jukebox.

Dee: Wait, can I have that record? I love that record! I'll let you make out with my friend.

Waiter: I dunno. What does she look like?

Dee: She's right there. *Points to another woman*

Waiter: Alright. But can you tell her to cry and beg me to stop?

Dee: I think that can be arranged.