MFC Chicken – Music For Chicken

Chicken, Baby, Chicken

I do the chicken, child, in my sleep
Opera music gives me the creeps
Rock and roll is all I crave
And I’ll be doin’ the chicken, child, to my grave

The rock and roll makes me chicken all the time
It’s hard to get this thing out my mind
The chicken baby, it’s all I wanna do
Well honey come along and do the chicken too

I do the chicken, child, in the street,
It knocks my head, and it moves my feet
The chicken hits me all the time
If I don’t do it, honey child, I lose my mind.

Chicken, baby, chicken.
Chicken baby.
Chicken, baby, chicken.
Chicken, baby.
Chicken baby chicken, chicken all the time.

Lyrics by: Tony Harris

Every Girl On The Tube

I’m in love with every girl on the tube,

(Backing vocals, repeated on verses)
You got a problem, man, you got a problem

I must be a fool, man, or some kind of rube.
I’m love with every girl on the bus,
I think I got a problem that I gotta discuss.

I get overwhelmed when I’m outside,
I’ve got this kind of feeling that I just can’t hide
So many gorgeous and beautiful girls
I want every woman in the whole wide world to be mine.

(Sax Solo)

I’m in love with every girl in the park
I’m in love when it’s light, I’m in love when it’s dark
I’m in love with every girl in the street
I’m in love with every girl that I meet.

I get overwhelmed, in public places.
So many girls with their pretty faces.
Just one look, I want them to be mine,
I can’t make a move, I ain’t got the time.

Oh yeah! (repeated)


Lyrics by: Spencer Evoy

Striptease Girl

You know when you fall in love,
You know when you have a dream,
My mother says son, you know she’s not the one
But talk don’t bother me.

I’m falling in love, I’m falling in love…

I know she’s my personal flame,
She’s also my personal shame,
I keep-a-lookin’ her way, they say, ‘you gotta pay’
I’ll come back another day.

I’m falling in love, I’m falling in love…
With a striptease girl.

(Harmonica Solo)

(repeat verse 1)

Now, everybody knows,
That you take off your clothes,
I love you babe, it’s true,
I don’t care what you do,
I’m falling in love.

(repeat verse 2)

Lyrics by: Alberto Zioli and Spencer Evoy

Wild Safari

[Instrumental]

Music by: Bret Bolton

Laundramatic

If you’ve been dirty and you need to get clean
Come and take a spin in my washing machine.
It’s just 25 cents for a real big load
Spin the dial, make it hot or cold.

I’m tellin’ you right now you’re gonna be a fanatic,
About a brand new dance they call the laundramatic.

It’s fun getting messy but it’s such a pain
When your brand new blouse gets a great big stain.
Don’t you worry honey it’ll bleach right out
My machine, it will clean, that’s what I’m talking about.

I’m tellin’ you right now you’re gonna be a fanatic,
About a brand new dance they call the laundramatic.

(Instrumental break)

I look at my watch, and it’s a quarter to four.
Come along honey let’s-a wash it some more.
A girl like you I could scrub all night,
Come on little honey now-a-holda me tight.

I’m tellin’ you right now you’re gonna be a fanatic,
About a brand new dance they call the laundramatic.


Lyrics by: Spencer Evoy

Love Is Gonna Fuck You Up

Well you promise me you’ll love me til the end of time,
But you can give it six months, you’ll probably change your mind.

Chorus:
I said love, little girl. I said love, little girl. Love little girl, love is gonna fuck you up.

Well you listen to that music bout the true romance,
You can switch it off, honey, you ain’t got a fat chance.

(Chorus)

You’re gonna get burned, honey, so many times,
You’ll wanna change the constitution so that love is a crime.

(Chorus)

Lyrics by: Spencer Evoy

Chicken On The Bone

Last night when I got home,
I opened up my door, I was all alone
A half eaten can of the minestrone,
Sittin’ on the stove for me.
I got down on my knees,
I said “heaven above, almighty, please,
Won’t you send me a woman, send a girl to me?”

Well it’s alright, living the bachelor life.
But I ain’t had nothing to eat, so having a chick would be sweet.

(sax break)

By the light of the silvery moon,
I see the glint of my silvery spoon
And I start crying, into my soup.
I want a girl gonna hold me tight
I really want a woman gonna treat me right
I just want a girl, to make me some dinner tonight…yeah!

Well it’s alright, living the bachelor life.
But I ain’t had nothing to eat, so having a chick would be sweet.

(sax outro)

Lyrics by: Spencer Evoy

God Surf The Queen

[Intrumental]

Music by: Bret Bolton, Spencer Evoy

Royal We

My baby bought a new queen-size bed
I really think it’s started going to her head
She doesn’t say I and she never says me
Addresses herself with the Royal We

Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh man.

Oh man, Oh man, God Damn.

Royal We, my baby’s using the Royal We.
She was the queen of the hop, her tyranny just won’t stop.

My baby started to wearing a crown,
Yeah she’s started to puttin’ me down.
She once was a princess, in my eyes,
Now she’s just a tyrant, in disguise.

Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh man.

Oh man, Oh man, God Damn.

Royal We, my baby’s using the Royal We.
She was the queen of the hop, her tyranny just won’t stop.


Lyrics by: Spencer Evoy

Holloway Road

Alone at the Burger King on Saturday night,
Don’t tell me it’s wrong man, I know it ain’t right.
I lost all my money at the Agora games,
The whole situation’s going up in flames.

You left me stone cold, on Holloway Road.

You’re rolling in the hay with another man,
I’m chatting with some busker who keeps shaking my hand.
He asks me “Hey buddy, what’s on your mind?”
I got a little woman and she’s being unkind.

You left me stone cold, on Holloway Road.

Seven Sisters road is looking awful bleak
An old man approaches and he’s starting to speak
He mumbles like a mad man with a bag from KFC
I’m looking at the future and I’m looking at me.

You left me stone cold, on Holloway Road.

Yeah, on Holloway road…

Lyrics by: Spencer Evoy

Wine, Women And Rock & Roll

Well it’s Saturday night, and I’m on another roll,
I’ve been doing the twist, the jerk and the stroll
There’s nothing in my pocket but and empty gaping hole
I spent all my money trying to satisfy my soul

With wine, women, and rock and roll.

It’s 4am on the Holloway Road
The moon has set and the wind is cold
If I once had a soul consider it sold
I know tomorrow morning I’ll be feeling mighty old.

From the wine, women, and rock and roll.

Sunday morning and I feel like dying
Outside my window, a little child is crying
I want to be buried, inside of a hole
It’s time to forswear this unholy goal of


Wine, women, and rock and roll.

I said a hey hey yeah
Backing vocals: hey hey yeah!
(repeat)

Lyrics by: Spencer Evoy

Man-sized Tissue

I’m eating fast food and I’m sitting here crying
Girl you got my outta my mind
Your big bright eyes and your shapely lips
You got me weeping into my chips

Yeah thinkin’ bout you, and the things you do,
I need a man-size tissue, baby that’s true.

It ain’t no fun, girl, bein’ alone
Sittin’ by my lonesome, at home.
Looking at pictures of you online
Wishing that you could be mine, all mine.

Yeah thinkin’ bout you, and the things you do,
I need a man-size tissue, baby that’s true.


Lyrics: Spencer Evoy

Family Value Meal (Music For Chicken)

Music for Chicken! (x4)

Music for chicken!
BBQ lamb ribs!
One piece of chicken!
Medium Fries!
Medium Drink!
Three ninety-ninety!

Lyrics by: Bret Bolton

57 Acres Of Pain

Baby I’m a troubled man,
(Backing vocals, repeated) MFC Chicken
My misery is like the land.

The mountains baby, are my grief
My sorrow is an ocean reef.

I got 57 acres of pain, in my heart.

Baby he’s the Duke of Earl.
But he’s still cryin’ ‘bout a little girl.

He might be a titled man,
But that don’t help him understand.

He’s got 57 acres of pain, in his heart.

Love you know is like a dance.
And misery’s a vast expanse.

Dance tonight and feel so fine.
Wake up tomorrow and feel like dyin’.

You got 57 acres of pain, in your heart.

Lyrics by: Spencer Evoy