The Felice Brothers Follow

I just got in from town
The news is all around
Oh, push has come to shove
Down at Madam Plum's

Oh, the ice's about to break
And the pigs are on the take
And they're marching
To the beat of Madam's drums

Oh, the barber, he's all smiles
He's from the British Isles
But his razor's sharp as hell
And he knows it well

He's driving to the docks
From an office in the Bronx
He could make your life a living hell

Run, chicken, run
Don't you lose your sleep
Oh, the cat got out of the bag
You better keep your sense

Breathe, chicken, breathe
Don't you lose your breath
Chickens don't get no life after death

Well, down on Baker Street
That's where the women get down
They really move their feet
To the line dance, the Cotton Eyed Joe
Virginia Rag and the Zydeco

But the girl that I'm gonna see
She runs down Baker Street
With a pipe bomb in the long
And windy snow

She's a very sensitive lady
She's always at the breaking point
She's always on her guard

She's the fairest of them all
She loves her Adderall
She's kicking out the windows of your car

Run, chicken, run
Don't you lose your step
Oh, the cat got out of the bag
You better keep your sense

Breathe, chicken, breathe
Don't you lose your breath
Chickens don't get no life after death

Now Madeline's mamma is all in a panic
Cause her husband's sad and he's a bad mechanic
And he's always mad and he's manic depressive
And the clothes he wears are torn but

Let the brass band play
Let them soothe your blues away
Let the fiddle serenade you
Find a shady place to lay

Run, chicken, run
Don't you lose your step
Oh the cat got out of the bag
You better keep your sense

Breathe, chicken, breathe
Don't you lose your breath
Chickens don't get no life after death