It takes all types in this world.

Another mental track by me, The Bard. As with my other retarded tracks, I've played and recorded all instruments myself. That's why they sound so shit.

If you click 0 it's because you hump chickens and didn't want anyone to find out.

LYRICS
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I got a story from the farm and it makes a witty yarn
About humpin'
It's a dirty little verse about a habit that's perverse
To do with humpin'

There's a fella by the park and as soon as it gets dark
He's chicken humpin'
There's a man near the lake and after half-past eight
He's chicken humpin'

There's people humpin' chickens all over the world
Gettin' their kicks for free
It's the latest craze so go'n spread the word
But keep that creepy shit away from me... (just like your)

Mother... your mother whose all freaky for your brother
But your brother... your brother he ain't freaky for your mother

CHICKEN SOLO

There's a man from the sticks doin' crazy shit for kicks
He's chicken humpin'
There's a kid down the street - the weirdest creep you'll meet
He's chicken humpin'
And Johnny's younger cousin - he bangs 'em by the dozen
Chicken humpin'
There's people everywhere bangin' birds without a care
They're chicken humpin'

There's horny fuckers gettin' off all over the world
Humpin' all kinds of shit
If it weren't for the chickens they'd just find another bird
As long as it fits they're humpin' it - the dirty fuckers... (I said your)

Mother... your mother she's all freaky for your brother
But your brother... your brother he's all freaky for your father
And your father... your father he's all freaky for your sister
But your sister, yeah, she's all freaky for your mother and your brother

There's a lotta horny people doing creepy fuckin' shit
Like chicken humpin'