in the good old days
chicken were as big as men
and smoking was cool

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so all right yous guys
no more chicken road jokes
Bugsy and me say

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Everything depends
on a banded, white chicken
standing next to me

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Chicken licken
roll your own
smokin kid KFC

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Spring of sixty nine
I started to smoke because
Zappa looked so cool.

*eighteen* sixty nine
real boys rolled their own wads and
knew how to speak hen

forgetting the song
our colours flee from the sun
with summers passing

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walking east my love
we endeavor to arrive
on islands of joy

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white sand on dry skin
moist lips hint of salty seas
chit, chat and sunset

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With Adam and Eve
On the Hawkesbury River
Original fun

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Allegorical footprints
Escape all meaning and verse
timeless and tranquil

latin at gunpoint
o magnum mysterium
dona nobis pacem

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very celibate nuns
blow off steam with pump-action
ex-carpenter cries

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hunting with god's girls
brought home a wounded devil
rest and smoke cigars

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there on yonder field
is a deliciously naked man
first come first serve

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no room for dispute
this dogma will be enforced
by shotgun wedding