Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken? Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

Of all the things my momma used to cook, I liked chicken 

You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night? 

Well, I expect to find it when I get home or else 

Damn, it really hurts my heart to remember these 

(Remember these) 

Days way back in the seventies 

(Seventies) 

The only AIDS you used to know was Kool-AIDS 

Corn-bread, corn-rows and corn-br-AIDS 

Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss 

Peel off the skin, eat all the meat 

Nibble on the bone and then suck the goo 

Man, if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold 

It even taste better the next day cold 

Chick-chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken 

When I collect my thoughts, I recollect 

I used to listen to my moms 

(To my mommy) 

Damn it, everyday 

Boy, you better clean up your room 

Before you go outside and play 

Yo, Monch, you can remember 

When we used to play skelly way back 

Blastin' wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that 

Uh, oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner 

If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her 

Got in them, print skirts 

(Yo, you was feenin' for a chicken fix) 

Ran in the kitchen 

And put my finger in the cornbread mix 

Mom yells, "Dinner's ready", 'cause she's the boss 

All I needed was my ketchup and my hot sauce 

And my cornbread, now I'm ready to dig in 

Pick the meat off the bone and then I ate the skin 

But I'll tell you what my mother would say 

Somebody stole my piece of chicken 

But I'll tell you what my mother would say 

Somebody stole my piece of chicken 

Round, round, one, three 

(Up, up, two) 

I'm fresh out of the batch and you can't catch me 

Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black 

She's rather fat and she carries a bat 

She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot 

Cops get shot when we played SWAT 

But no one never died though, we just cried 

Only to laugh again when my moms made fried 

Chicken barbecues in the summer was the move 

Whoo, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, Grand Groove 

Was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park 

Past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark 

Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard 

Greens but there's no money left in my wallet 

But I kept fifty cents for my juice 

(Word?) 

Now we would go to Troy's house and get loose 

(Uhh) 

I'm just looking out of the window 

(Window) 

Watching the asphault grow slow 

(Grow, slow) 

My best friend was a G.I. Joe 

Although he had bald spots in his afro 

Play with the kids your own age 

That's what they used to tell us 

I got jealous when we couldn't run with the big fellas 

Bullies on the block used to beat us 

I was quick as a cat, in fact I was a cheetah 

Especially when we played follow the leader 

Little Suzy May Robinson used to play 

Show and tell with my peter 

I used to rock my British Walkers to church 

After the choir sang, the preacher started to preach 

So I had to search 

For a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied 

But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side 

And said, "Mmm, you know I smell good" 

I said to myself, "Please, oh, please reverend 

Now would you speed up the sermon so I can determine 

Whether I'ma have peas or collars greens 

With my chicken that I'm yearnin'" 

Turnin' to the usher in the back, whispering 

"Please keep the chicken monster from coming through 

The crack of the door", later at the table 

Moms poppped my hand until it was sore 

'Cause I ate the chicken before 

The preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for self 

But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left 

(What happened to that wing man? Where that chicken go?) 

Chick-chick-chick-chicken 

(Where that chicken go?) 

Chick-chick-chick-chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken 

Chick-chick-chick-chicken 

You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night? 

Well, I expect to find it when I get home, or else 

But I'll tell you what my mother would say 

"Somebody stole my piece of chicken" 

I didn't take your chicken, pop 

Just wait 'til I get home 'cause ain't no chicken left 

(Hey, that's cool) 

Miss Clarabell took the last piece of chicken 

(That's cool)