Tekster: Barbra Streisand. That's a Fine Kind o' Freedom.

Bird up above see what he's got
The freedom to fly and the freedom to not
De dum, that's a fine kind o' freedom

Look at him go way up above
Look at the crow he's as free as the dove
De dum, that's a sweet sorta freedom

He owns the clear blue
Sittin' on his sunbeam
Could be there's one beam up there for me

Bird up above, man up a tree
Don't have to fly but he's gotta be free
De dum, that's a fine kind o' freedom

Bird up above see what he got
The freedom to fly and the freedom to not
De dum, that's a fine kind o' freedom

Fly where he like, like where he fly
Don't have to go to the back of the sky
De dum that's a fine kind o' freedom

Wake up you glum bird
Help us overcome bird
Freedom has slumbered for too long

Bird up above, man up a tree
Don't have to fly but he gotta be free
Have to find the thing that he's after, free and equilibrium
De dum that's a fine kind o' freedom

Hey bird, you can show him the way bird
You can show him today bird
Oh yes, indeedum, that's a fine kind o' freedom