Acid Chicken Songtext
von Nuclear Rabbit

Hamper Varney, weathers clear
He wants chicken far or near
His head be vacant but he′s got soul
Green grasshopper got a green asshole

Hamper Varney schlaked a grape
He's not one to masturbate
Pigs and cows, they warm his heart
The cloud they part when he does fart
Yes sir


Fripple Mr. Whipple, had a pair of fickle nipples
He sympathized with barnyard flies
And occasionally beat a cripple
He never understood the laws of psychics and proportion
His soul belief implied a fascination with abortion
Whipple was a freak, he often took a leak
A fearless Acid Chicken with a psychedelic beak
He′s a warrior, a lawyer, a chicken employer
A group called Rush had a song they call Tom Sawyer
Back to Whipple and Varney, Fred and Barney
Toilet paper caper with a chicken getting gnarlie
On the outside of the barn is Betsy Lee the cow whore
You can feel her breasts like a child doing farm chores

Hamper Varney, gifted man
Horse named Frank, can't understand
Jamaican farm, hay and poop
A little skeeter with a little yellow peter

Hamper Varney, infected mind
Get your finger out of your behind
Pigs fly north when sheep eat dirt
Mr. Whipple in a leather skirt, yeah?


Fripple Mr. Whipple, had a penis with a pimple
Dropping science for reality, a window pane mentality
Eating lamb for dinner, in his nose he picks a winner
Cutting farts in a crowded room, that's why we call him Grinner
Elvis was a victim, flying chicken
Hamper now a fashion maggot, Dr. Whipple tripping
Peter beater, chicken eater, rooster with a parking meter
A retard, a tub-o-lard, uncle fester penis hard
Hamper had a hard on, dreaming of a day-glow dong
Running out of chicken to squirt his purple jizm on
Hiding in the hen house, chilling in a red blouse
Head lice, field mice, Acid Chicken (flying mouse)