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Some worry that the world will end tomorrow,
Some worry about the new millennium,
About crashes in the market,
How computers might spark it,
But we're all in this right up until the end!
But there's a birdie lying underneath my window,
Because he couldn't see the window pane,
He was whistling along real happy,
When he took the great big nappy,
Suddenly his arse shot through his brain!
A man who didn't want to be happy,
Griped and swore and lived in misery,
Decided he'd change his ways,
On that day of all those days,
When he was fried by lightning suddenly on the street!
But there's a chicken that was hatched somewhere this morning,
Won't even get to know its mother hen,
All it knows is other chickens,
They're all happy to be livin',
But they're all fried chicken in the end!
There's a driver of a car out on the highway,
Was speeding and didn't even think,
Of a skunk crossing the road,
That got squat for being too slow,
But the driver's kicking up the bigger stink!
We all know that it's got to happen,
You're lucky if you're happy to the end,
But if you're griping or just plain miserable,
Or if your frown is just too visible,
Think about that birdie now and then!
Yes, if you're griping or just plain miserable,
Or if your frown is just too visible,
Think about that birdie, and the skunk that didn't hurry,
Because we're all just like that chicken in the end!
(Vamp) I mean it, Mama,
We're all just like that chicken in the end!
Big tump!
