The pigeon rushes lightly over the street
Headed for the other ones where they meet
They coo and hiss and they pass him by on cue
Woo
Smoke butts and band-aids, all sorts of things
Scraps of hero sandwiches and chicken wings
Get in their gullets as they pass him by on cue
Woo
The geese they moved in quickly with their wings spread wide
The pigeons ran, no place to hide
So they sat where he lay
Hisses and bright purple tongues on display
The man in the chicken suit was underpaid
Birds did gather 'round him almost every day
They cooed and hissed, and people laughed
At the man in the chicken suit
The man in the chicken suit
The man in the chicken suit
The man in the chicken suit