Run Chicken Run

I just got in from town

The news is all around

Push has come to shove

At madam plum’s

The ice’s about to break

And the pigs are on the take

And they’re marching

To the beat of madam’s drums

The barber he’s all smiles

He’s from the british isles

But his razor’s sharp as hell

And he knows it well

He’s driving to the docks

From an office in the bronx

He could make your life a living hell

Run chicken run

Don’t you lose your sleep

The cat got out of the bag

You better keep your sense

Breathe chicken breathe

Don’t you lose your breath

Chickens don’t get no life after death

Down on baker street

That’s where the women get down

They really move their feet

To the line dance, the cotton eyed joe,

Virginia rag and the zydeco

But the girl i came to see

She runs down baker street

With a pipe bomb in the long

And windy snow

She’s a very sensitive lady

She’s always at the breaking point

She’s always on her guard

She’s the fairest of them all

She loves her adderall

She’s kicking out the windows in your car

Run chicken run

The cat got out of the bag

You better keep your sense

Breathe chicken breathe

Don’t you lose your breath

Chickens don’t get no life after death

Madeline’s mother is all in a panic

Cause her husbands mad and he’s a bad mechanic

And he’s always sad and manic depressive

And the clothes he wears are torn

Let the brass band play

Let them soothe your blues away

Let the fiddle serenade you

Find a shady place to lay

Run chicken run

Don’t you lose your step

The cat got out of the bag

You better keep your sense

Breathe chicken breathe

Don’t you loose your breath

Chickens don’t get no life after death