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Put the little chickies in a row, in a rowDress them up in jackets and a bow, and a bowPut the best and brightest in the show, in the showThen take them even farther down the road, down the road.But now the momma hen is feeling ill again and doesn't comprehend the difference betweenand man and her only kin.WHY?What a tragic versea momma bird who lost her nerveand got so ...that she was lost and overworkedwhy, yes why?just goso wake up and go scrapping in the yard, in the yardand disassemble all the dirty cars, dirty carsbuild a momma hen from all the parts, all the partsthen let her take a minute in the barn, in the barnbut early in the daywhen you collect the eggsyou notice the array Letras de cancionesis made of metaland they all smell of dirt and decaywhy?and when the chickies hatchthey all attack as only natural reactionsomething you did only manufacture in actionwhy, yes why?just go, just gowhy, yes why?just go, just gowhy, yes why?just go, just gowhy, yes why?just go, just go. From Letras Mania