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every garage
A chicken in every pot
He has...
he needed our vote
He'd put two chickens in every pot
And pave all the country roads
But we ain't see that S.O.B
Since the day he raised his hand
was chicken in every pot, even when times were lean
We thought everybody had a shot at the American dream

Every mother was supposed to look like
on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.

My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard
He's a mean son' bitch
Drinks
and let 'em call it that
A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird

You can boil it, roast it, broil it
Cook it in a pan or a pot
Eat it with potatoes, rice
boil it, roast it, broil it,
Cook it in a pan or a pot,
Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes,
But chicken's still what you got, boy!

It was
I'm moving chickens
I move chickens shawty
I'm moving chickens
I move chickens shawty
I'm moving chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin
I'm moving chickens
I move chickens shawty
I'm moving chickens
I move chickens shawty
I'm moving chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin
Sellin' chicken soup with rice

In August it will be so hot
I will become a cooking pot
Cooking soup, of course why not?
Cookin' once, cookin' twice
Today our dear friend
Chicken soup
This very ordinary day
Boiled up a pot of
Chicken soup
And swallowed it away
A-lack! A-day!
O-woe! Oy-vey!
nothing
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
Or the chopped
a chicken.

There was a man,
Selling chicks in a box.
He said, "two for one, but three for two."
I said, "That's not bad,
Here's money for you."
One was
my barrel in his eye
Boom-shaka, boom-shaka hair chunks in the sky

Why I, never liked chicken pot pie
Or the chopped chicken on rye?
Tell Mr. Billy
my barrel in his eye
Boom-shaka, boom-shaka hair chunks in the sky

Why I, never liked chicken pot pie
Or the chopped chicken on rye?
Tell Mr. Billy
Geritol
Yasha got a bottle of geritol
And he knocked a whole in the wall
That's all
No wall

I gave my love a chicken
It had no bone
I gave my love
it's down in New Orleans
Brace yourself baby I'm here to attack
Down at the place called the Chicken Schack

The girls at that place are mighty fine
it's down in New Orleans
Brace yourself baby I'm here to attack
Down at the place called the Chicken Schack

The girls at that place are mighty fine
chicken
Thinking about it does my head in
And its Nandos for dinner tonight
They make their dead chicken taste real nice
In every city in every town
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow

Many colors in the homo rainbow
You give me shade from
chilly, she'll go put a log on the fire
Fulfilling his every desire
No trouble, no bother.
No wonder she's pretty,
What else should she be
She hasn't
it's down in New Orleans
Brace yourself baby I'm here to attack
Down at the place called the Chicken Schack

The girls at that place are mighty fine
it's down in New Orleans
Brace yourself baby I'm here to attack
Down at the place called the Chicken Schack

The girls at that place are mighty fine
I bet you think we didn?t know
Didn?t even see the tides change
But it?s a small, small world, girl
Getting even smaller every day

I bet you think
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow

Many colors in the homo rainbow
You give me shade from

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