My Little Chicken

When I'm feeling down

And feeling sad

You come around

And make me glad

I got you

Oh, my little chicken

I love your feet

I love your breasts

I love the way you eat gravel

To help you digest

Oh, my little chicken

People say you're using me

In your heart you're a killer

But I know the worst

I should fear is

A slight case of salmonella

So lie right back

Don't you cry

If an egg can fit in there

Why can't I.....mmmmmmm

Oh my little

Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk

Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk

Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk,

Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk

You're my love

My little chicken likes

To wear garter belts