Chicken Head

I guess now I know for the next time
If there’s plastic in my belly I’ll sleep sitting up
We take your car but you make me drive all the way home
Picking out names for the kids that I like and you don’t
I’ll do what you said
Be friends with all your friends
Cut off my chicken head and
Sew it on again
But this Valentine’s Day, I’m not getting anything for you
This Valentine’s Day, I’m not getting anything for you
18 years and now you’re the smart one
Building rockets in your basement that you can’t fit through the door
You say, «one day you’re gonna blast right through the roof»
But you’ll be spelling out her name before you’re halfway to the moon
I’ll do what you said
Be friends with all your friends
Cut off my chicken head and
Sew it on again
Tell them how we met oh
How could I forget
Cut off my chicken head and
Sew it on again
But this Valentine’s Day I’m not getting anything for you
This Valentine’s Day I’m not getting anything for you…
(Oh, but I will)