The Hey why not ask for more of Bird on the Wire is a massive, genial nation, ruled by a drunk in a midnight choir with a fair hand, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and spontaneously combusting cars. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic population of 4.575 billion birds on the wire live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government prioritizes Education, although Welfare, Healthcare, and Industry are also considered important, while Law & Order and Defense aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of some old-fashioned book. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.0%.

The thriving avian economy, worth 287 trillion ribbons a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Pizza Delivery, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 62,834 ribbons, with the richest citizens earning 5.8 times as much as the poorest.

Dreams of entering the Super League have been relegated to the history books, terrorists are on a first name basis with the officials that stamp their passports, more citizens have access to Maxtopian Grass than clean drinking water, and multiple births are a cause of celebration for tax collectors. Crime, especially youth-related, is a major problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Bird on the Wire's national animal is the beast, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities, and its national religion is All that I have done wrong.

Bird on the Wire is ranked 288,579^th in the world and 5,078^th in Artificial Solar System for Lowest Crime Rates, with 34.35 law-abiding acts per hour.