Raw Bean - The Chicken of Mr. Wu

Going down to the corner
Get myself some milk
Bad guys start-a coming
In the name of Mr. Wu
And I am scared of what will happen
They’re asking me to give it back
I don’t know about their business
But their manners really lack
I spilled the milk on the sidewalk
I ain’t no poultry thief, my lord
The Chicken of Mr. Wu
I manage to get them off me
And start running down the street
Turn on the engine, step on the gas
I gotta get on out of town
Because my time is getting shorter
I’m running on an empty tank
I’m trying to find that wicked old man
Trying to set things right
I’m spilling oil on the highway
I should’ve fixed that a while ago
The Chicken of Mr. Wu
Finally get to his filthy old lair
With a guard smelling like roast beef
They let me in, not really keen
And take me to the living room
Where they had a lot of paintings
Including one of Mr. Wu
Then the man showed up, angry as a mob
And said gimme my chicken back
I spilled the beans on the ballroom
I guess those nuggets were too good
The Chicken of Mr. Wu
Going down and Mr. Wu is mad
And the chicken is never coming back
Oh lord, I gotta pay the price
Beaten up, and now I see the light
Can’t stop him, he’s going really wild
I wish I could bring the chicken back
I spilled my guts on the wood floor
I hope insurance helps me out
The Chicken of Mr. Wu

Written by:
Robin Villa Soto

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