There’s an echo, echo, echo, in my room, my room today.
It’s an echo that I wish, I wish, I wish would go away.
It’s a problem, it’s a problem, for no matter what I do, if I make a sound, a sound, the echo, echo makes it too.
When this echo, echo, echo, started, started yesterday, I was not amused, was not amused.
It’s not okay, okay. Now I must be silent, silent.
I’m afraid, afraid to speak. If I’m talking, if I’m talking, it might last, might last all week.
It’s annoying, but it seems, it seems, it’s here, it’s here to stay.
It’s my parrot, it’s my parrot saying everything I say.