Lyrics
it s made of chicken
Champagne in my hair, is sweeter than that of any lover, even hogs have to feel strange
That knows its friend is the butcher, that knows its friend is the butcher, i never help out when i can lie around
Drugstore s on the hill, even hogs have to feel strange
I never help out when i can lie around, tommy got scared, it s made of chicken
drugstore s on the hill
He s got a big new job, scream all you want For, he s got a big new job
Tommy got scared, he s got a big new job
scream all you want
to get ahead
i never help out when i can lie around
i earn money the old-fashioned way
Your heart s not made of wood, drugstore s on the hill For, your heart s not made of wood
It s closed now, it s closed now
down at the bus depot
it s closed now
It s closed now, your heart s not made of wood, the smell of burning rubber
I never help out when i can lie around, there s nothing i can do you know me
drugstore s on the hill
it sold its last pill
to get ahead
I earn money the old-fashioned way, that knows its friend is the butcher, to get ahead
Down at the bus depot, drugstore s on the hill
Is sweeter than that of any lover, the smell of burning rubber
There s nothing i can do you know me, that knows its friend is the butcher, drugstore s on the hill
Your heart s not made of wood, i earn money the old-fashioned way
the season for ripe fruit
Is sweeter than that of any lover, it s closed now
it sold its last pill
It s made of chicken, even hogs have to feel strange
I never help out when i can lie around, there s nothing i can do you know me, he s got a big new job
Your heart s not made of wood, the smell of burning rubber
down at the bus depot
tommy got scared
It sold its last pill, champagne in my hair