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Yellow hood of her car, salt knots in her hair, And some cards and some chicken and beer | |
And the children kept singing, 'Here he comes, the killer again. Here he comes, the chicken killer again.' | |
Farmers have chickens, pigs, cows and hens. They keep them in cages, paddocks and pens. | |
The berries are black and ripe and ready for picking; The chicken is dead, but it's still kicking. | |
Don't ask me no 'How does it go,' For it goes as fast as a chicken with no head. | |
It was written all over your face now, Junior. You wanted chicken and turkey, Then that, then this. | |
| Pig tails, button nose, buck teeth, freckles, chickens--t, sugar pie | |
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