Please take the pose on me, honey

Rest on my hairy chest

Do the death song for me, baby

The one about the chicken makes me rest



The chicken was put on this earth to entertain the man,

and serve as a methaphor for hope

See, the chicken is one of very few birds that never

can fly

But even with its head chopped off,

he still would give it a hell of a try

How beautiful is that?



Want me to be intellectual?

Yeah be intellectual, baby

I'm not a vegetarian but I like sitting in the grass

Don't like them thongs but I love tits and ass

Watch yourself!



Like the lord I've got nothing to say

Some people are murderers

Watch yourself!



Hey come on, sing that first verse again



Watch yourself!



Please take the pose on me, honey

Rest on my hairy chest

Do the death song for me, baby

The one about the chicken makes me rest