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Bringing Home the Chicken, Babe
I get up early, that's my way
Gotta bring that chicken home every day
My arms are longing for you, babe
But chicken's all they got
Loads of chicken for you, babe
Bringing home a lot
Better be there waiting, babe
Better be there by the door
If I can't hold on no more
We might have it on the floor
When I bring that chicken home
Better get it on
Better get it cooking, babe
We can get it gone
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