Attitude Chicken

Bob Geldof

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    Later on that evening when
    I thought I'd had enough
    I sat down in a restaurant and
    Over powdered drugs
    I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce
    Picked by virgin hands
    Nestling on a bed of
    Pearl encrusted clams
    Well the waiter's name was Renee and
    He told me how his aunt
    Who had 47 children
    And how they'd always planned
    To grow the smallest vegetables in
    All the kingdom's land
    "They're poor," he said "but happy and
    Well that's what really counts"
    And every evening after
    Their 20 hour day
    They'd sleep content imagining
    That restaurant far away
    Where fat fucks in designer suits
    Would order over deals
    The smallest portions of these
    Tiny morsels for their meals

    Still the blood it clots
    And the hearts get stricken
    See everybody's searching for...that attitude chicken

    My Porsche got stuck in traffic and
    My girlfriend said get real
    How dare you get me stuck here
    How d'you think that made me feel
    I got a Yamaha 5 Million
    A bike was what I needed
    With my name spelt on the number plate
    Like Paul Revere on speed
    Yes my girlfriend's name is Anne
    But she says the K is silent
    Put the H after the A or
    She gets "rilly violent"
    She wears designer jewels
    And she's got designer clothes
    Which go with her designer mouth
    Eyes, ass, tits and nose

    And she does another line
    And she's talking finger lickin'
    And that's my signal to send our for...that attitude chicken

    A special breed
    That fills the need
    Is bred to feed
    The endless greed

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    Yes it's poultry time
    For all you little kittens
    Let's get hip and do...attitude chicken

    Now when she comes she screams designer screams
    At precisely the right moment
    Loud enough so the neighbours hear
    And think I'm really potent
    She's considerate like that
    Which is why I guess I love her
    And by that I hope you don't think
    That I am trying to smother
    Her uniqueness or her freedom
    To find some other lovers
    And express herself sexually
    In attempting to discover
    The inner self that every modern woman
    In the land
    Has a democratic right to
    Which I as modern man
    Of course respect and understand
    And indeed can empathise with
    Appreciate, articulate
    Feel for and sympathise with
    And any reference I might make
    To her sexually
    Has been vetted and approved of
    by the Woman's Commissary

    Still the plans get hatched
    And the plots the thicken
    See everybody's looking for...that attitude chicken

    Neatly packaged politics
    For all the little minds
    it's the special interest lobby
    For these multi-cultured times
    The Politically Correct
    Are the Nazis of our time
    When it's the freedom of ideas
    That makes man civilised

    Let's drag out the old scapegoat
    If he's still alive and kicking
    And go riding off in glory for that...attitude chicken

    Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble
    Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck
    Attitude chicken

    I'd rather be a hammer than a nail

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