My Little Chicken

When I'm feeling down

And feeling sad

You come around

And make me glad

I got you

Oh, my little chickenI love your feet

I love your breasts

I love the way you eat gravel

To help you digest

Oh, my little chickenPeople 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 littleBawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk

Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk

Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk,

Bawk, Bawk, Bawking BawkYou're my love

My little chicken likes

To wear garter belts