| I just got in from town
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| The news is all around
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| Push has come to shove
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| At madam plum’s
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| The ice’s about to break
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| And the pigs are on the take
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| And they’re marching
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| To the beat of madam’s drums
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| The barber he’s all smiles
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| He’s from the British isles
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| But his razor’s sharp as hell
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| And he knows it well
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| He’s driving to the docks
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| From an office in the Bronx
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| He could make your life a living hell
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| Run chicken run
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| Don’t you lose your sleep
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| The cat got out of the bag
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| You better keep your sense
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| Breathe chicken breathe
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| Don’t you lose your breath
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| Chickens don’t get no life after death
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| Down on baker street
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| That’s where the women get down
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| They really move their feet
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| To the Line Dance, the Cotton Eyed Joe
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| Virginia Rag and the Zydeco
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| But the girl i came to see
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| She runs down baker street
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| With a pipe bomb in the long
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| And windy snow
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| She’s a very sensitive lady
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| She’s always at the breaking point
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| She’s always on her guard
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| She’s the fairest of them all
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| She loves her Aderol
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| She’s kicking out the windows of your car
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| In your car
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| Run chicken run
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| The cat got out of the bag
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| You better keep your sense
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| Breathe chicken breathe
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| Don’t you lose your breath
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| Chickens don’t get no life after death
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| Madeline’s mother is all in a panic
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| Cause her husbands mad and he’s a bad mechanic
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| And he’s always sad and manic depressive
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| And the clothes he wears are torn
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| Let the brass band play
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| Let them soothe your blues away
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| Let the fiddle serenade you
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| Find a shady place to lay
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| Run chicken run
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| Don’t you lose your step
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| The cat got out of the bag
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| You better keep your sense
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| Breathe chicken breathe
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| Don’t you loose your breath
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| Chickens don’t get no life after death |