Seven Bucks an Hour in a Chicken Suit - 8 Ball Aitken

Working for a turkey on the corner of the street

Flapping my wings and kicking my legs

Attracting the attention to the garlic bread

Smoke in my eyes as the cars fly by

Hoping that I don’t get recognized

Waiving my son and working it hard

The stippers downtown couldn’t handle this job

Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit

I came to the city with a bright eyed dream

Try to stay sober keep my business clean

Survival of the fittest it’s a dog eat dog

I’m trying to believe that was really a god

with the baby blue eyes

Guess i was a sucker for her hips and thighs

Promises she made turned out to be lies

Borrowed all ma money kissed ma ass goodbye

Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit

Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit

So I’m cleansing my karma for mistakes i made

Like the nerd i beat up back in second grade

My girl she was driving a porsche

Two hot chicks BBQ sauce

Ma glasses are fogged from ma perspiration

on ma back yelling

The going gets tough the tough gets going

Soon as I pay up ma debts i’ll be long long gone

Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit

Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit

Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit

Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit