| Later on that evening when | 
| I thought I’d had enough | 
| I sat down in a restaurant and | 
| Over powdered drugs | 
| I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce | 
| Picked by virgin hands | 
| Nestling on a bed of | 
| Pearl encrusted clams | 
| Well the waiter’s name was Renee and | 
| He told me how his aunt | 
| Who had 47 children | 
| And how they’d always planned | 
| To grow the smallest vegetables in | 
| All the kingdom’s land | 
| «They're poor,» he said «but happy and | 
| Well that’s what really counts» | 
| And every evening after | 
| Their 20 hour day | 
| They’d sleep content imagining | 
| That restaurant far away | 
| Where fat fucks in designer suits | 
| Would order over deals | 
| The smallest portions of these | 
| Tiny morsels for their meals | 
| Still the blood it clots | 
| And the hearts get stricken | 
| See everybody’s searching for… that attitude chicken | 
| My Porsche got stuck in traffic and | 
| My girlfriend said get real | 
| How dare you get me stuck here | 
| How d’you think that made me feel | 
| I got a Yamaha 5 Million | 
| A bike was what I needed | 
| With my name spelt on the number plate | 
| Like Paul Revere on speed | 
| Yes my girlfriend’s name is Anne | 
| But she says the K is silent | 
| Put the H after the A or | 
| She gets «rilly violent» | 
| She wears designer jewels | 
| And she’s got designer clothes | 
| Which go with her designer mouth | 
| Eyes, ass, tits and nose | 
| And she does another line | 
| And she’s talking finger lickin' | 
| And that’s my signal to send our for… that attitude chicken | 
| A special breed | 
| That fills the need | 
| Is bred to feed | 
| The endless greed | 
| Yes it’s poultry time | 
| For all you little kittens | 
| Let’s get hip and do… attitude chicken | 
| Now when she comes she screams designer screams | 
| At precisely the right moment | 
| Loud enough so the neighbours hear | 
| And think I’m really potent | 
| She’s considerate like that | 
| Which is why I guess I love her | 
| And by that I hope you don’t think | 
| That I am trying to smother | 
| Her uniqueness or her freedom | 
| To find some other lovers | 
| And express herself sexually | 
| In attempting to discover | 
| The inner self that every modern woman | 
| In the land | 
| Has a democratic right to | 
| Which I as modern man | 
| Of course respect and understand | 
| And indeed can empathise with | 
| Appreciate, articulate | 
| Feel for and sympathise with | 
| And any reference I might make | 
| To her sexually | 
| Has been vetted and approved of | 
| By the Woman’s Commissary | 
| Still the plans get hatched | 
| And the plots the thicken | 
| See everybody’s looking for… that attitude chicken | 
| Neatly packaged politics | 
| For all the little minds | 
| It’s the special interest lobby | 
| For these multi-cultured times | 
| The Politically Correct | 
| Are the Nazis of our time | 
| When it’s the freedom of ideas | 
| That makes man civilised | 
| Let’s drag out the old scapegoat | 
| If he’s still alive and kicking | 
| And go riding off in glory for that… attitude chicken | 
| Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble | 
| Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck | 
| Attitude chicken | 
| I’d rather be a hammer than a nail |