Spitting Image - The Chicken Song (1984)

A Cheese Song “The Chicken Song“ Its the time of year Now that Spring is in the air When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair Make another song for moronic holidays That nauseate-ate-ate In a million different ways From the shores of Spain To the coast of Southern France No matter where you hide You just can’t escape this dance Hold a chicken in the air Stick a deckchair up your nose Buy a jumbo jet And then bury all your clothes Paint your left knee green Then extract your wisdom teeth Form a string quartet And pretend your name is Keith Skin yourself alive Learn to speak Arapahoe Climb inside a dog And behead an Eskimo Eat a Renault Four with salami in your ears Casserole your gran Disembowel yourself with spears The disco is vibrating The sound is loud and grating Its truly nauseating Let’s do the dance again Hold a chicken in the air Stick a deckchair up your nose Yes you’ll hear this song in the holiday discos And there’s no escape in the clubs or in the bars You would hear this song if you holidayed in Mars Skin yourself alive Learn to speak Arapahoe Climb inside a dog And behead an Eskimo Now you’ve heard it once Your brain will spring a leak And though you hate this song You’ll be humming it for weeks Hold a chicken in the air Stick a deckchair up your nose Buy a jumbo jet And then bury all your clothes La la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la laaaaaaa