The Chicken Song

Please take the pose on me, honey Rest on my hairy chest Do the death song for me, baby The one about the chicken makes me rest The chicken was put on this earth to entertain the man And serve as a metaphor for hope See the chicken is one of very few birds that never can fly But even with its head chopped off He still would give it a hell of a try How beautiful is that? Want me to be intellectual? Yeah be intellectual, baby I'm not a vegetarian but I like sitting in the grass Don't like them thongs but I love tits and ass Watch yourself! Like the lord I've got nothing to say Some people are murderers Watch yourself! Hey come on, sing that first verse again Watch yourself! Please take the pose on me, honey Rest on my hairy chest Do the death song for me, baby The one about the chicken makes me rest