Story Behind the Song
First you stick out your tit, like you're havin' a coniption fit... and then ya start to pick up your feet. When your hands start to flap, and clap behind your back... and ya start to stick yo' neck to the beat... Then you're doin' the Friggin' Chicken!
Lyrics
I'm gonna tell ya'll right now, about a foul move... It's called the Friggin' Chicken, and all ya got to do is move, move to the groove, and prove that you got groovy moves, then I'll give ya'll a little something extra to do.
First you stick out your tit, like you're havin' a coniption fit... and then ya start to pick up your feet. When your hands start to flap, and clap behind your back... and ya start to stick yo' neck to the beat...
Then you're doin' the Friggin' Chicken!You're doin' the Friggin' Chicken, yeah!
You're doin' the Friggin' Chicken!You're doin' the Friggin' Chicken, yeah!
I like the back, the breast, and I like all the rest. Can't get enough of that finger lickin'. If ya think that you're game, ain't no reason to be ashamed, baby, me and you could do the friggin' chicken.
I feel like I'm cookin' on high, when I'm baked into a pie, and my meat is roastin' in the heat...
Sometimes I get stuck in the middle of a cluck, and when people pass me by on the street...
They say, "You look like a freak!", "Stop pecking me with that beak", "Boy, ain't you got no self control?"
Well I know what to do, and it's what you should do too... just move your butt, and start to strut and stroll.
And do the Friggin' Chicken!
You're doin' the Friggin' Chicken, yeah!
You're doin' the Friggin' Chicken!
You're doin' the Friggin' Chicken, yeah!
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