Lyrics:

There's a songbird nesting in the head of a scarecrow
Low and free, woe is me
Now I'm happy as a bluebird in a bottle-tree

Baby, you make me, baby, you make me
You make me, baby, you make me

Nature knows I'm prone to over-analyzing the roses
Que'est-ce que, c'est, c'est la vie
There's just something about your loving
Let the bumble be

Baby, you make me, baby, you make me
You make me, baby, you make me

An escapee, the most to me
Was rusted shut and love left for dead bolted
You jiggle with the key

There's a red door standing in a halo of kudzu
What to do with the mystery?
Just gon' cakewalk on through it to the jubilee

Baby, you make me, baby, you make me
You make me, baby, you made me

An escapee, when most of me
Was rusted shut and love left for dead bolted
You jiggle with a key

No more songbirds nesting in the head of scarecrow
We're free, woe is me
Now I'm happy as a bluebird in a bottle-tree

Baby, you make me, baby, you make me
You make me, baby, you make me