(R. Pollard)



Chicken blows

I suppose we could have a girl or a boy

And I see what you mean

I'm not here to drink all the beer

In the fridge (oh, la la la)

In the room (oh)

In the house

In the place (oh, la la la) 

That we both (oh)

So love

Can you sink to the depths (lots of "oh"ing)

I don't know

I don't even care

And our lives slip away

In the end we will probably reach

All the way (oh, la la la)

To the walls (oh)

over there

Have you flown? (oh, la la la)

Our courage (oh) 

Is only a taste

And I'll get paid (ooh, ooh)

If you'll get laid (ooh, ooh)

It's our parade (ooh, ooh)