Bob Geldof - Attitude Chicken lyrics

Later on that evening when I thought I'd had enough I sat down in a restaurant and Over powdered d** 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 f**s 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 j**els And she's got designer clothes Which go with her designer mouth Eyes, a**, 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 s**ually 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 s**ually 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"