I live a half a mile from a 30-foot chicken And his purple beak towers in the sky The air is filled with the smell of deep frying And the roar of the truckers going by I can feel the grease soaking through my skin I'm poly-unsaturated, slippery as sin
Giant chicken, giant chicken, yeah
I've got a long dirt driveway, I can't afford gravel My house is made of corrugated tin I heat the whole damn place with a modified diesel Burning oil that the chicken's frying in I brew it up in a still in the quarry When my furnace glows it smells like calamari
Giant chicken, giant chicken, yeah
The know-it-all townies all say I've got a desecrated mountain and I've laid it to waste But the tourists don't see it that way They pay good money for my finger licking tastes
There's no stopping progress, man this place is hopping Ever since the casinos rolled in We're a little short on water, but that'll never stop 'em Who round here needs a plan? The gambling commission's got their pockets full of chips The outlet mall is gonna make us all rich
Credits: From the One Night Madly album, released September 2011 Recorded live at the Brink Lounge in Madison, WI Charlie Cheney - Guitars, vocals Chris Aaron - Lapsteel Pauli Ryan - Percussion Audience - Vocals