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

[Verse 1] Feathers and a beak clothes on ma feet 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 [Chorus] Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit [Verse 2] 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 s**er for her hips and thighs Promises she made turned out to be lies Borrowed all ma money kissed ma a** goodbye [Chorus] Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit Seven bucks and hour in a chicken suit [Verse 3] 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 gla**es 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 [Chorus] 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