From the recording Solo & Live with Some Urgency
Lyrics
Mess O’Chicken
I can eat of mess o’chicken
I am a mighty man
I can eat of mess o’chicken
I am a mighty man
Storms may blow. Winds may wail
Lesser men may sicken
But I have never realized my capacity for chicken
Waitress I been sweet on her name’s Clara
Or was her name Sarah?
Anyway her last name was O’Hara
Or maybe McNamara?
Got the hips likes ships She got the honeydew tits
Got the smile white as light
If I catch her in a week or more I’m gonna ask her to be my …
I am a mighty man
I can eat of mess o’chicken
I am a mighty man
Does he steal the moon from the night
Yes I do Yes I do Yes I do
Does he steal every heart in sight
Yes I do Yes I do Yes I do
Who’s that sneakin’ out the back door around midnight last night
Well it look like the Chicken Man
Weren’t no ‘coon or possum, woman
He was carryin’ a frying Pan
Don’t give me that crap about the gas man Clara
Don’t’ tell me you was alone
I poked my head under the bed and found a mess of chicken bones
I am a mighty man
I can eat of mess o’chicken
I am a mighty man
Boil it Roast it Broil it Broast it
Barbeque or fry it
Let me get my greasy fingers around your giblets honey
Let’s try to keep this quiet