Later on that when I I'd had enough I sat down in a and Over drugs I ordered up some lettuce Picked by hands on a bed of Pearl clams Well the waiter's name was and He me how his aunt Who had 47 And how always planned To grow the smallest in All the land "They're poor," he "but happy and Well what really counts" And every after 20 hour day They'd content imagining That far away Where fat fucks in suits Would order deals The smallest of these Tiny morsels for their
the blood it clots And the get stricken See everybody's searching for...that chicken
My Porsche got in traffic and My girlfriend said get How dare you get me here How d'you think that made me I got a 5 Million A bike was what I my name spelt on the number plate Like Paul Revere on Yes my girlfriend's name is 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 mouth Eyes, ass, and nose
And she does line And she's finger lickin' And that's my signal to our for...that attitude chicken
A special That the need Is to feed The endless
Yes it's time For all you kittens Let's get hip and do...attitude
Now when she comes she designer screams At precisely the moment enough so the neighbours hear And I'm really potent She's like that is why I guess I love her And by that I you don't think I am trying to smother Her uniqueness or her To find some lovers And express sexually In to discover The inner that every modern woman In the Has a right to Which I as man Of course and understand And indeed can empathise Appreciate, Feel for and sympathise And any I might make To her Has vetted and approved of by the Commissary
the plans get hatched And the the thicken See everybody's for...that attitude chicken
packaged politics For all the little it's the special lobby For multi-cultured times The Politically Are the Nazis of our When it's the of ideas That makes man
Let's drag out the old If he's still alive and And go off in glory for that...attitude chicken
Gobble, gobble, gobble, Cluck, cluck, cluck, Attitude
I'd be a hammer than a nail
*written by Bob *taken from the album "The Club"