Chicken

I was stuck in the kitchen

He said 'what are you making?'

I said 'a rod for my back'

He said 'did you just say chicken

cos that dish got boring'

He wasn't wrong about that

Oh daddy come over here

There's a song in the air

And I'm tired of these blues

Go get the money for the landlord

We got a night to lose

I wanna move my hips to the music it

Wants to take my troubles away

I wanna feel content like I got no rent

Like the bills have all been paid

I wanna try some fine mediterranean wine

And the mood it puts me in

I wanna know real fun like the fortunate one

I have never been

Well this town is a hoarder

Keeping me til I'm older

Holding me hopeless and dazed

Here we don't use our voices

It's not like a choice

More a product of the way we're raised

Cos you don't begin

When you know you can't win

And all you hear's these blues

Go get the money for the landlord

We got a night to lose

I wanna move my hips to the music it

Wants to take my troubles away

I wanna feel content like I got no rent

Like the bills have all been paid

I wanna try some fine mediterranean wine

And the mood it puts me in

I wanna know real fun like the fortunate one

I have never been

Never had no money, never had no choice

Never known how to play with them accounting laws

Never had a place to call my own

I've been on the street and moved along

Could never have ambition with no confidence

But I got good people and good sense

Free-loading's never what they say

It's a life of working on low pay

I wanna move my hips to the music it

Wants to take my troubles away

I wanna feel content like I got no rent

Like the bills have all been paid

I wanna try some fine mediterranean wine

And the mood it puts me in

I wanna know real fun like the fortunate one

I have never been