Lyrics Seven Bucks an Hour in a Chicken Suit - 8 Ball Aitken

Seven Bucks an Hour in a Chicken Suit

Working for a turkey on the corner of the street
Flapping my wings and kicking my legs
Attracting the attention to the garlic bread
Smoke in my eyes as the cars fly by
Hoping that I don’t get recognized
Waiving my son and working it hard
The stippers downtown couldn’t handle this job
Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit
I came to the city with a bright eyed dream
Try to stay sober keep my business clean
Survival of the fittest it’s a dog eat dog
I’m trying to believe that was really a god
with the baby blue eyes
Guess i was a sucker for her hips and thighs
Promises she made turned out to be lies
Borrowed all ma money kissed ma ass goodbye
Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit
Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit
So I’m cleansing my karma for mistakes i made
Like the nerd i beat up back in second grade
My girl she was driving a porsche
Two hot chicks BBQ sauce
Ma glasses are fogged from ma perspiration
on ma back yelling
The going gets tough the tough gets going
Soon as I pay up ma debts i’ll be long long gone
Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit
Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit
Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit
Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit