I sit alone here at the prom
Thinking of words to some silly song
Then bright and shining through
I
See
You

Your forearm shimmers in the disco lights
Your musky aroma drives me to new heights
Your ample thighs and your barbecue wings
Make my heart sing

Chickencha, oooh
My heart is so with you
Chicky-poo
I love you

Well, our love is misunderstood
Like three bald guys and a chunk of wood
Yet still my beating heart
Beats all the faster for you

Everybody now

Chickencha, oooh
My heart is so with you
Chicky-poo
I love you

Lyrics by Squeegee.

Happy birthday, Evan.