Spitting Image – The Chicken Song

Spitting Image – The Chicken Song lyrics

It’s the time of year, now that spring is in the air
When those two wet gits, with their girly curly hair
Make another song, for moronic holidays
That nausiate-ate-ates in a million different ways
From the shores of Spain, to the coast of southern France
No matter where you hide, you just can’t escape this dance

Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet, and then bury all your clothes
Paint your left knee green, then extract your wisdom teeth
Form a string quartet, and pretend your name is Keith.

Skin yourself alive, learn to speak Arapahoe
Climb inside a dog, and behead an Eskimo
Eat a Renault 4, wear salami in your ears
Casserole your gran, disembowel yourself with spears

The disco is migrating, the sound is loud and grating
It’s truly nauseating – let’s do the dance again…

Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet, and then bury all your clothes
Yes you’ll hear this song, in the holiday discos
And there’s no escape, in the clubs or in the bars
You would hear this song, if you holidayed in Mars

Skin yourself alive, learn to speak Arapahoe
Climb inside a dog, and behead an Eskimo
Now you’ve heard it once, your brain will spring a leak
And though you hate this song, you’ll be humming it for weeks

Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet, and then bury all your clothes
la la la la la, la la….