| The Chicken Song:
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| Please take the pose on me, honey
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| Rest on my hairy chest
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| Do the death song for me, baby
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| The one about the chicken makes me rest
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| The chicken was put on this earth to entertain the man,
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| and serve as a methaphor for hope
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| See, the chicken is one of very few birds that never can fly
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| But even with its head chopped off,
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| he still would give it a hell of a try
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| How beautiful is that?
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| Want me to be intellectual?
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| Yeah be intellectual, baby
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| I’m not a vegetarian but I like sitting in the grass
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| Don’t like them thongs but I love tits and ass
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| Watch yourself!
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| Like the lord I’ve got nothing to say
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| Some people are murderers
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| Watch yourself!
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| Hey come on, sing that first verse again
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| Watch yourself!
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| Please take the pose on me, honey
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| Rest on my hairy chest
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| Do the death song for me, baby
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| The one about the chicken makes me rest |