Later on that evening I I'd had enough I sat down in a and Over drugs I ordered up some dew-soaked Picked by hands on a bed of Pearl encrusted the waiter's name was Renee and He told me how his Who had 47 And how always planned To grow the vegetables in All the land "They're poor," he "but happy and Well that's what counts" And every evening Their 20 day They'd sleep content That restaurant far Where fat in designer suits order over deals The portions of these morsels for their meals
Still the blood it And the hearts get See everybody's searching for...that attitude
My Porsche got in traffic and My girlfriend get real How you get me stuck here How d'you that made me feel I got a 5 Million A bike was what I With my name on the number plate Paul Revere on speed Yes my name is Anne But she says the K is Put the H the A or She "rilly violent" She wears jewels And she's got clothes Which go her designer mouth Eyes, ass, tits and
And she does another And she's finger lickin' And that's my signal to send our for...that attitude
A breed That fills the Is bred to The endless
Yes poultry time For all you little get hip and do...attitude chicken
Now when she she screams designer screams At precisely the right enough so the neighbours hear And think I'm really She's like that is why I guess I love her And by that I hope you think I am trying to smother Her or her freedom To some other lovers And herself sexually In attempting to The inner self that modern woman In the Has a right to I as modern man Of course respect and And indeed can empathise Appreciate, for and sympathise with And any I might make To her Has been and approved of by the Woman's
the plans get hatched And the plots the See everybody's for...that attitude chicken
Neatly politics For all the little it's the special interest For these multi-cultured The Correct Are the Nazis of our When it's the of ideas makes man civilised
Let's drag out the old If still alive and kicking And go riding off in for that...attitude chicken
Gobble, gobble, gobble, Cluck, cluck, cluck, Attitude
I'd rather be a hammer a nail
*written by Bob *taken from the album "The Club"