When I'm feeling down
And feeling sad
You come around
And make me glad
I got you
Oh, my little chicken
I love your feet
I love your breasts
I love the way you eat gravel
To help you digest
Oh, my little chicken
People say you're using me
In your heart you're a killer
But I know the worst
I should fear is
A slight case of salmonella
So lie right back
Don't you cry
If an egg can fit in there
Why can't I
Oh my little
Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk
Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk
Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawking bawk
Bawk, bawk, bawking bawk
You're my love
My little chicken likes
To wear garter belts
