Misc Television – Spitting Image - The Chicken Song (Guitar)

         C                     F
It's the time of year now that spring is in the air

           G                       C
When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair

                        F
Make another song for moronic holidays

         G                 C
That nauseate-ate-ate in a million different ways

                                F
From the shores of Spain to the coast of southern France

          D                               G
No matter where you hide you just can't escape this dance

G      C                           G
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose

                         C
Buy a jumbo jet and then bury all your clothes

                                  F
Paint your left knee green then extract your wisdom teeth

       C                     G                 C
Form a string quartet and pretend your name is Keith

A        D                    A
Skin yourself alive, learn to speak Arapaho

                         D
Climb inside a dog and behead an eskimo

                        G
Eat a Renault 4, wear salami in your ears

     D                    A                   D      A
Casserole your gran, disembowel yourself with spears

    D                       G
The disco is migrating, the sound is loud and grating

     E                       A
It's truly nauseating, let's do the dance again

B      E                           B
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose

                                 E
Yes you'll hear this song in the holiday discos

                             A
And there's no escape in the clubs or in the bars

          E                     B            E
You would hear this song if you holidayed in Mars

C#       F#                   C#
Skin yourself alive, learn to speak arapaho

                         F#
Climb inside a dog and behead an eskimo

                                         B
Now you've heard it once your brain will spring a leak

               F#                       C#             F#
And though you hate this song you'll be humming it for weeks

D      G                           D
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up you nose

                         G
Buy a jumbo jet and then bury all your clothes

                     C
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