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  1. Mess O'Chicken

From the recording Journeys Through Obscurity

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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 names 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…

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