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
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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*Written by Bob Geldof
*Taken from the album "The Happy Club"
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 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 ___________________________________________ *Written by Bob Geldof *Taken from the album "The Happy Club" Explain Request ×
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