The chicken song    (intro)

 

C F

1. It's the time of year, now that spring is in the air,

G C

when those two wet gits, with their girly curly hair

F

make another song, for marronic holidays,

G C

that nausiate-ate-ates in a million different ways.

C7 F

From the shores of Spain, to the coast of southern France,

D G

no matter where you hide, you just can't escape this dance.

 

G7 C G

Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose,

C

buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes.

C7 F

Paint your left knee green, then extract your wisdom teeth,

C G C

form a string quartet, and pretend your name is Keith.

 

A D A

Skin yourself alive, learn to speak araphahoe,

D

climb inside a dog, and behead an Eskimo,

D7 G

eat a Renault 4, wear salami in your ears,

D A D - A

cassarole your gran, dis-embowel yourself with spears.

 

D G

2. The disco is migrating, the sound is loud and grating

E A

it's truly nauseating - let's do the dance again !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

B7 E B7

Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose,

E

yes you'll hear this song, in the holiday discos.

E7 A

And there's no escape, in the clubs or in the bars,

E B7 E

you would hear this song, if you holidayed in Mars

 

(orig. moves up a fill note to capo 2nd here)

 

B7 E B7

Skin yourself alive, learn to speak araphahoe,

E

climb inside a dog, and behead an Eskimo.

E7 A

Now you've heard it once, your brain will spring a leak,

E B7 E

and though you hate this song you'll be humming it for weeks .

 

 

(Spitting Image)