Butthole Surfers - Eye of the Chicken lyrics

One, two, three, four I can't believe I'm talking about that champagne that I vomited when I was checking my brother's diapers way back when And it's okay because then again I can think about my youth and all the good times that I had and hoping that I had good parents and knowing that I did even though my mother threw furniture at me even if I tell my friends 'bout it