Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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.
ooh ooh ooh...
Two crumbs on my window sill,
two birds sitting there, perfectly still.
One of them up to no good,
other one doing what he told ya he should.
Birds of a feather may lay together,
but the uglier one is always under the gun.