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Dead Chicken Song
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The touching tale about a boy who loses his pet chicken, created by Your Imaginary Friends and Maxed Out Puppetry. Music by Stephen Gashler Lyrics by Caitlin Shirts Produced by Monte (Trance) Emerson Recorded by Your Imaginary Friends
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I can talk to shadows. Unfortunately, they don't talk back.
Your Imaginary Friend's unique musical style is a combination of musical theater, humor, folk, modern acoustic and electronic rock. As musicians, storytellers and puppeteers, the multi-talented members of Your Imaginary Friends perform dynamic family-friendly shows. They also make their own videos and audio plays (http://yourimaginaryfriends.net).
Song Info
Genre
Classical • Contemporary
Charts
Peak #49
Peak in subgenre #18
Author
Stephen Gashler
Uploaded
June 18, 2009
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MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:50
Lyrics
I dont understand why my chicken stopped clucking Hes flat on the ground and I think he is dead. We were going to go to the opera this evening, But now he is going to heaven instead. I got up this morning to play with my chicken I jumped out of bed, pulled on pants and a tee. Mom said, Go ahead, you can play with your chicken Right after you do just a few things for me: You gotta feed the cat; You gotta milk the cow; You gotta trap the rat; You gotta pull the plow; You gotta sort the trash; You gotta fry the eggs; You gotta curl the lash; You gotta wax the legs; You gotta comb the hair; You gotta stir the punch; You gotta nail the chair; You gotta pack the lunch; You gotta hang the wreath; You gotta soap the neck; You gotta floss the teeth; You gotta swab the deck. You cannot go play with that chicken of yours Til you finish all sixteen of your morning chores. Oh, mama, mama, mama, please, Im begging you, Im on my knees Ill shine my shoes; Ill weed the flowers, Just let me play with my chicken for half an hour. But my mother said, No, You heard what I said. And now she is sorry, cause my chicken is dead. I ran home from school just to play with my chicken I grabbed an quick snackcheese and macaroni. Mom said, Go ahead, you can play with your chicken Right after you do just a few things for me: You gotta slice the meat; You gotta darn the socks; You gotta grind the wheat; You gotta set the clocks; You gotta spin the thread; You gotta beat the rug; You gotta make the bed; You gotta salt the slug; You gotta spin the gear; You gotta wash the jeep; You gotta clean the deer; You gotta dip the sheep; You gotta churn the cream; You gotta hose the drapes; You gotta sew the seam; You gotta stomp the grapes. You cannot go play with that chicken of yours Til you finish all sixteen of your evening chores. Oh, mama, mama, mama, please Im begging you; Im on my knees Ill change the fuse; Ill scrub the shower, Just let me play with my chicken for half an hour. But my mother said, No, You heard what I said. And now she is sorry, cause my chicken is dead. (Round:) I dont understand why my chicken stopped clucking Hes flat on the ground and I think he is dead. We were going to go to the opera this evening, But now he is going to heaven instead. I dont understand why my chicken stopped clucking Hes flat on the ground and I think he is dead. We were going to go to dance rhumba this evening, But now he is going to heaven instead. I dont understand why my chicken stopped clucking Hes flat on the ground and I think he is dead. We were going to go to eat lobster this evening, But now he is going to heaven instead. I dont understand why my chicken stopped clucking Hes flat on the ground and I think he is dead. We were going to go to lift free weights this evening, But now he is going to heaven instead.
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