When I'm feeling down 
And feeling sad 
You come around 
And make me glad 
I got you 
Oh, my little chicken 

I love your feet 
I love your breasts 
I love the way you eat gravel 
To help you digest 
Oh, my little chicken 

People 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 little 

Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk 
Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk 
Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk, 
Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk 

You're my love 
My little chicken likes 
To wear garter belts