[ Featuring Feathery Friends, BinChicken Music ]
Down by the river where the trash piles high
A bin chicken father with a twinkle in his eye
"Son when I was young the pickings were grand
Life was easier in this urban land"
Bin chicken boogie dance through the night
Living in the city gonna be alright
Haters gonna hate but we'll stand tall
Bin chicken boogie we'll outlast them all
"Back in my day the streets were clean
We found food everywhere it was like a dream
Now it's tougher the scraps are few
But son we'll survive just me and you"
"People call us names but don't you fret
We're unique son don't you ever forget
Hold your head high keep your beak proud
We're bin chickens we stand out in the crowd"
The young bin chicken looked up with pride
"Thanks Dad for being my guide
We'll face the world come what may
Together we'll thrive day by day"
