Later on that when I I'd had enough I sat in a restaurant and Over drugs I up some dew-soaked lettuce Picked by virgin on a bed of Pearl encrusted Well the waiter's was Renee and He me how his aunt Who had 47 And how they'd planned To grow the vegetables in All the land "They're poor," he said "but and Well that's really counts" And evening after 20 hour day They'd sleep imagining That restaurant far fat fucks in designer suits Would over deals The smallest of these Tiny morsels for meals
the blood it clots And the hearts get See searching for...that attitude chicken
My Porsche got stuck in and My said get real How dare you get me here How d'you think made me feel I got a 5 Million A was what I needed With my name spelt on the plate Like Revere on speed Yes my name is Anne But she the K is silent Put the H the A or She "rilly violent" She wears designer And she's got clothes Which go with her designer Eyes, ass, tits and
And she does another And talking finger lickin' And my signal to send our for...that attitude chicken
A breed fills the need Is bred to The greed
Yes it's poultry For all you kittens get hip and do...attitude chicken
Now when she comes she screams screams At precisely the moment Loud enough so the neighbours And think I'm potent She's like that is why I guess I love her And by I hope you don't think That I am to smother Her or her freedom To find some lovers And herself sexually In attempting to The inner self that every woman In the Has a right to I as modern man Of course and understand And can empathise with Appreciate, for and sympathise with And any reference I make To her Has been and approved of by the Commissary
the plans get hatched And the plots the See looking for...that attitude chicken
Neatly politics For all the minds it's the special lobby For these multi-cultured The Correct Are the of our time When the freedom of ideas That makes man
drag out the old scapegoat If he's still alive and And go riding off in glory for that...attitude
Gobble, gobble, gobble, Cluck, cluck, cluck, Attitude
I'd rather be a hammer than a
*written by Bob *taken from the "The Happy Club"