Crabmeat Thompson: Lyrics

Ran into my chiropractor at the Rusty Rudder. He wandered off so I talked to his gal. She sounded so New Yawk i asked her how she liked the sticks. "Oy love it. Oy neva sore a loive chicken befaw. Now we have two!"

A)They were born to be chickens but they fought like the dickens
Not to end up finger lickin good
Threw their lots together like birds of feather
Fair weather and fowl they stood
Doomed Darwinian pawns of planned over- consumption
Written off as brainless breasts wings and thighs
They waved their feathered peckers in the face of convention
Little buddy just like you and me
B) Manuel was driving the truck that day
His primo Nacho was riding shotgun
Never made so much money back in Chichicastenango
And tonight they were gonna have fun
AS they rounded the corner didn’t hear a little thump
As a cage fell off in the street
And two dazed chickens sat blinkin in the sun
With a chance to be more than just meat
C) (HORUS): Fly toward the light
Even if your chubby wings don’t work too well (alt – not a bad piece of advice)
Fly toward the light
Cuz indecision is hell (alt—bein fricasseed don’t feel very nice)

A)Then a kind hearted woman from New York City/Never seen a live chicken before
She said “Oh Jimmy, can we take them home?”
Jimmy patted her leg and said “Sure”
They named em Paul and Rosita and they built a little pen
Where the chickens could scratch and walk around
Sometimes they’d watch Peewee Herman cartoons
Though the chickens couldn’t figure it out
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B) Jimmy was down at his chiropractic shop and his gal was workin on her truck
When their Black Labrador with his huge appetite end those two chickens’ luck
Though they finally were devoured hope you don’t feel sour/Even though I know how you feel
They had a good life and they never got fried and the dog got a damn nice meal