DESCRIPTION:
Look at the little bag of bones
Walkin' in the jungle all alone
Looks like he's found some company
With Buzzy, Dizzy, Flaps and Ziggy!
We're a little bored, we don't know what to do
But now we're gonna have some fun with you
We don't really know just where to go
But we're gonna go real slow...

We are the vultures!
Birds of a feather
We are the vultures...
...Always stick together!

The little bloke, he's doin' alright
We might make somethin' out of him tonight
Things aren't going like he planned
But we can lend a helping hand
In all our roaming, in all our flights
We never met an animal we didn't like
We're a tight-knit set of birds
And we only got one word

We are the vultures! (That's four words!)
Birds of a feather
We are the vultures...
...Always stick together!

You ain't got no wings, ain't got no beak
But you've come along looking pretty sleek
We won't make any further fuss
Cause now you're one of us!

We are the vultures!
Birds of a feather
We are the vultures...
...Always stick together, together, together!