Know Your Chicken - Cibo Matto

Sixteen years ago, one day

I was walking down the street

I was cruising in Brooklyn

You know what I mean?

Something was cooking

But wasn’t yet a chicken

There was a man

Selling chicks in a box

He said, «two for one, but three for two,»

I said, «that's not bad,»

One was magenta

The other was blue

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

One day, the blue one went away

The other grew up fucking well

She was noisy every night

I had always chicken bite

Then I met a lover

One night, she made me dinner

Licking finger, I wondered

Where she got the chicken

Then I met a lover

One night, she made me dinner

Licking finger, I wondered

Where she got the chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

Spare the rod and spoil the chick

Before you go and shit a brick

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

She went to college to study anatomy

I followed her father’s butchery

We got two babies, is it cool?

One was magenta, the other was blue

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken

I know my chicken

You got to know your chicken