The Chicken Song — текст песни (Spitting Image)

It`s the time of year
Now that spring is in the air
When those two wet gits
With the girly curly hair
Make another song for
moronic holidays
That nauseate-ate-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 Four
Wear salami in your ears
Casserole your gran
Disembowel yourself with spears
The disco is vibrating
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
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 tho` you hate this song
You`ll be humming it for weeks...