Attitude Chicken Lyrics - Singles - Bob Geldof

Later on that evening when 

I thought I'd had enough 

I sat down in a restaurant and 

Over powdered drugs 

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 fucks 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 jewels 

And she's got designer clothes 

Which go with her designer mouth 

Eyes, ass, 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 sexually 

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 sexually 

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 

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*written by Bob Geldof 

*taken from the album "The Happy Club"