I just got in from town
The news is all around
Oh, push has come to shove
Down at Madam Plum's
Oh, the ice's about to break
And the pigs are on the take
And they're marching to the beat of Madam's drums
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
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Well, 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 that I'm gonna see
And 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 of your car
Run, chicken, run
Don't you lose your step
Oh, 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
♪
Now Madeline's mamma is all in a panic
'Cause her husband's sad and he's a bad mechanic
And he's always mad and he's manic depressive
And the clothes he wears are torn but
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
Oh, 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