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Spitting Image
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The Chicken Song
Lyricist:Grant Robert (gb 2), Naylor Doug, Pope Philip Robert Justin
It's the time of year, now that spring is in the air When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair Make another song for moronic holidays That nauseate-ate-ates in a million different ways
From the shores of Spain To the coast of southern France No matter where you hide You just can't escape this dance
Hold a chicken in the air Stick a deckchair up your nose Buy a jumbo jet And then bury all your clothes
Paint your left knee green Then extract your wisdom teeth Form a string quartet And pretend your name is Keith
Skin yourself alive, learn to speak Arapaho Climb inside a dog and behead an Eskimo Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Eat a Renault Four with salami in your ears Casserole your gran, disembowel yourself with spears
The disco is vibrating The sound is loud and grating It's truly nauseating Let's do the dance again
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose Yes, you'll hear this song in the holiday discos And there's no escape in the clubs or in the bars You would hear this song if you holidayed in Mars
Skin yourself alive, learn to speak Arapaho Climb inside a dog and behead an Eskimo Now you've heard it once, your brain will spring a leak And though you hate this song, you'll be humming it for weeks
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