Every Day Is a Miracle

The rose is pruned to a perfect shape Perfect for whom, I wonder The chicken thinks in mysterious ways But beauty is not what we're after Now the chicken imagines a heaven Full of roosters and plenty of corn And God is a very old rooster And eggs are like Jesus, his son Every day is a miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another Cockroach might eat Mona Lisa The pope don't mean shit to a dog And elephants don't read newspapers And the kiss of a chicken is hot The brain of a chicken And the dick of a donkey A pig in a blanket And that's why you want me What does it feel like To be your tongue Moving around in your mouth? To be free in the forest of your love A cockroach in the cosmos of your house Every day is a miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another I'm a blond, a brunette, and a redhead I thought up the birds and the bees My software is famous all over My money is growing on trees The mind is a soft-boiled potato A jewel in a chocolate shell I staple my love to your heart, dear With memories and beautiful smells Every day is a miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another Every day is a miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another