| Song | Bird's Eye View |
| Artist | Stevie Jackson |
| Album | (I Can't Get No) Stevie Jackson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| What was old once was new | |
| What’s lying derelict once stood straight, proud and true | |
| Taking a bird’s eye view | |
| Life goes on with a song | |
| Well maybe with a lick of paint | |
| You might not think my head is on straight | |
| I would be lying if I told you the truth | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird’s eye view | |
| What stands ugly and mean | |
| Awaiting demolition day was once the start of somebody’s dream | |
| Now the sun shines through the broken glass | |
| The bike for the birthday boy | |
| He’s left it now, he’s gone away | |
| And the lilac wallpaper once brought home | |
| And hung with patience and care | |
| Now there’s nobody there | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird’s eye view | |
| On the draughtsman’s board this looked like a dream | |
| Modern housing pitched like tents around a village green | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird’s eye view | |
| Taking a bird’s eye view | |
| I’ll pack my wings and get out of here | |
| There’s nothing else that I can do | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird’s eye view |
| What was old once was new | |
| What' s lying derelict once stood straight, proud and true | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| Life goes on with a song | |
| Well maybe with a lick of paint | |
| You might not think my head is on straight | |
| I would be lying if I told you the truth | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| What stands ugly and mean | |
| Awaiting demolition day was once the start of somebody' s dream | |
| Now the sun shines through the broken glass | |
| The bike for the birthday boy | |
| He' s left it now, he' s gone away | |
| And the lilac wallpaper once brought home | |
| And hung with patience and care | |
| Now there' s nobody there | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| On the draughtsman' s board this looked like a dream | |
| Modern housing pitched like tents around a village green | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| I' ll pack my wings and get out of here | |
| There' s nothing else that I can do | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view |
| What was old once was new | |
| What' s lying derelict once stood straight, proud and true | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| Life goes on with a song | |
| Well maybe with a lick of paint | |
| You might not think my head is on straight | |
| I would be lying if I told you the truth | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| What stands ugly and mean | |
| Awaiting demolition day was once the start of somebody' s dream | |
| Now the sun shines through the broken glass | |
| The bike for the birthday boy | |
| He' s left it now, he' s gone away | |
| And the lilac wallpaper once brought home | |
| And hung with patience and care | |
| Now there' s nobody there | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| On the draughtsman' s board this looked like a dream | |
| Modern housing pitched like tents around a village green | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view | |
| I' ll pack my wings and get out of here | |
| There' s nothing else that I can do | |
| What was old once was new | |
| Taking a bird' s eye view |