Poppin' Pigeons

I shoots the birds what lands upon my garden An’ I shoots the birds what lands upon my shed I’m a strapping lad and people says an ‘ard un But I never shoots a bird what’s on my ‘ead I did it once when I were young and reckless I shoots this bird what landed on my nut The blood and guts and feathers made a real mess So now I ‘its ‘em with my rifle butt Now if you’re out and pigeons you are popping And one lands on your bonce you must be quick It’ll do no good a frettin’ and a ‘opping Just hit the little bugger with a stick