Nasrudin (1986)
[In 1985 or thereabouts, Fiona brought home a funny-looking canary, with a tuft of unruly green hair
standing straight up his head and curling back down on all sides.
He did have a clear, strong voice, and sang along with every vinyl record we spun on the turntable.
Ultimately, I wrote a song about him .]
In my room I have a bird
He's sort of cute and small
He's of the canary species
His voice is prettier than a guitar's
(Nasrudin chirps a solo)
His colors are yellow and green
His stare is full of authority
His hair is curly, not smooth
He looks like a hippie
(Nasrudin chirps a solo)
At our place he's free to roam,
sleep, eat and drink
One of the most powerful singers
His stage name is Nasrudin
(Nasrudin chirps a solo)
Now I spend my time asking:
Bonjour, do you have any seeds for the bird?
Bonsoir, do you have any seeds for the canary?
Good morning, do have any food for the bird?
Some people call him Nassour
Some people call him Nasry
If someone asks you, "Who?"
Tell them its Mister Nasrudin
(Nasrudin chirps a solo)