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 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 f*cks 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"