Know Your Chicken

Sixteen years ago, one day
I was walking down the street
I was cruising in Brooklyn
You know what I mean?
Something was cooking
But wasn’t yet a chicken
There was a man
Selling chicks in a box
He said, «two for one, but three for two,»
I said, «that's not bad,»
One was magenta
The other was blue
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
One day, the blue one went away
The other grew up fucking well
She was noisy every night
I had always chicken bite
Then I met a lover
One night, she made me dinner
Licking finger, I wondered
Where she got the chicken
Then I met a lover
One night, she made me dinner
Licking finger, I wondered
Where she got the chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
Spare the rod and spoil the chick
Before you go and shit a brick
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
She went to college to study anatomy
I followed her father’s butchery
We got two babies, is it cool?
One was magenta, the other was blue
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken