My little chicken

When I'm feeling down And feeling sad You come around And make me glad I got you Oh, my little chicken I love your feet I love your breasts I love the way you eat gravel To help you digest Oh, my little chicken People say you're using me In your heart you're a killer But I know the worst I should fear is A slight case of salmonella So lie right back Don't you cry If an egg can fit in there Why can't I.....mmmmmmm Oh my little Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk You're my love My little chicken likes To wear garter belts