I am a bird, watch me go drifting by.
With my feathers of power I laugh as the hours go slowly by.
That could mean everything.
I am a street watching the people walk.
As I listen their conversations glisten as they start to talk.
Then I hear everything.

Little white jug, me and Kilburn Towers,
As we sit on the hill and we drink and we swill
Till the early hours,
Then I am everything.
Little white jug and me and Kilburn Towers

That could mean everything.

Little white jug, me and Kilburn Towers,
As we sit on the hill and we drink and we swill
Till the early hours,
Then I am everything

Little white jug and me and Kilburn Towers [Repeat: x4]

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Writer(s): BARRY GIBB, MAURICE ERNEST GIBB, ROBIN HUGH GIBB