Phillipa Chicken

Phillipa Chicken
I got wings, i got arms, i got shrinks
I got bombs, i got guns, i got brains
So there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got guns, i got bombs, i got brains
And i won't fall for you
And i won't fall for you

Take me up to a warmer place
I got eggs, i got feathers, i got brains
And there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got bombs, i got guns, i got brains
And i won't fall for you
And i won't fall for you

For you
For you
Or you
Or...

I got brains, i got feathers, i got hands,
I got friends, i got ammo, i got plans
So there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got guns, i got arms, i got plans
And i won't fall for you
And i won't fall for you
And i won't fall for you
And i won't fly for you