letra de chicken pussy - bongwater
i’m in the one-room apartment
located in the bas-m-nt under the polish national church
it used to be a club…
and then a mental health outpatient clinic…
now, i call it home
there’s a king-sized mattress in the middle of the room
where me and the big fat lead singer from canned heat
finish up an afternoon of incredibly hot s-x
boy does he have a big one
joining us for late afternoon tea in a four-way
is my old next-door neighbor jimbo and his wife
who is a chicken
since i’m the only woman there with hands
i soon find myself fully occupied
i can’t help but wonder how jimbo and his wife had their baby
who had been sleeping next to us, but had since fallen onto the floor
she must be able to change forms, back and forth
and what about chicken p-ssy?
is it enticing?
i mean what’s the story?
me and the guy from canned heat climb into a nondescript 4-door sedan
we drive up the hill and around the sleepy suburban neighborhood
we can’t help but notice all the beautiful pine trees that abound
i see all the housewives, through their kitchen windows
making dinner…
for their husbands…
who should be returning home from work just around this time
i start to feel cheap
is this the fulfillment of a fantasy hoped for
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