Later on that evening I I'd had enough I sat in a restaurant and Over drugs I ordered up some lettuce Picked by virgin on a bed of Pearl encrusted the waiter's name was Renee and He me how his aunt Who had 47 And how they'd always To grow the smallest in All the kingdom's "They're poor," he said "but and Well that's what counts" And evening after 20 hour day They'd sleep imagining That restaurant far Where fat fucks in suits Would order deals The portions of these morsels for their meals
Still the blood it And the get stricken See everybody's searching for...that attitude
My Porsche got in traffic and My said get real How you get me stuck here How d'you think made me feel I got a 5 Million A was what I needed my name spelt on the number plate Like Paul Revere on Yes my girlfriend's is Anne But she the K is silent Put the H the A or She "rilly violent" She wears jewels And got designer clothes Which go with her mouth Eyes, ass, and nose
And she does another And she's talking finger And that's my signal to our for...that attitude chicken
A special That the need Is to feed The endless
Yes poultry time For all you kittens get hip and do...attitude chicken
Now when she comes she screams screams At precisely the right Loud enough so the hear And think I'm really She's like that Which is why I guess I her And by that I you don't think I am trying to smother Her uniqueness or her To find other lovers And express herself In attempting to The inner self every modern woman In the Has a right to Which I as man Of respect and understand And indeed can empathise Appreciate, Feel for and sympathise And any reference I might To her Has vetted and approved of by the Woman's
Still the plans get And the the thicken See looking for...that attitude chicken
Neatly politics For all the minds the special interest lobby For multi-cultured times The Correct Are the Nazis of our When it's the of ideas makes man civilised
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, chicken
I'd rather be a hammer than a
*written by Bob *taken from the "The Happy Club"