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Текст песни: Cibo Matto. Cibo Matto. Know Your Chicken.

16 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, "2 for 1, but 3 for 2"
I said, "That's not bad, here's money for you"
One was a magenta, the other was a 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

One day, the blue one went away
The other grew up fuckin' 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 that brick
Spare the rod and spoil the chick
Before you go and shit that brick

Spare the rod and spoil the chick
Before you go and shit that brick
Spare the rod and spoil the chick
Before you go and shit that brick

I got my chicken, you got to know your chicken
I got my chicken, you got to know your chicken
I got my chicken, you got to know your chicken
I got 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 a Magenta, the other was a 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
I know my chicken, you got to know your chicken