Run Chicken Run

I just got in from town The news is all around Oh, push has come to shove Down at Madam Plum's Oh, the ice's about to break And the pigs are on the take And they're marching to the beat of Madam's drums Oh, the barber, he's all smiles He's from the British Isles But his razor's sharp as hell And he knows it well He's driving to the docks From an office in the Bronx He could make your life a living hell Run, chicken, run Don't you lose your sleep Oh, the cat got out of the bag You better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you lose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death Well, down on Baker Street That's where the women get down They really move their feet to the line dance The Cotton Eyed Joe Virginia Rag and the Zydeco But the girl that I'm gonna see And she runs down Baker Street With a pipe bomb in the long and windy snow She's a very sensitive lady She's always at the breaking point She's always on her guard She's the fairest of them all She loves her Adderall She's kicking out the windows of your car Run, chicken, run Don't you lose your step Oh, the cat got out of the bag You better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you lose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death Now Madeline's mamma is all in a panic 'Cause her husband's sad and he's a bad mechanic And he's always mad and he's manic depressive And the clothes he wears are torn but Let the brass band play Let them soothe your blues away Let the fiddle serenade you Find a shady place to lay Run, chicken, run! Don't you lose your step Oh, the cat got out of the bag You better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you lose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death