Alright songfic number two, ready for reading and reviewing. This one's all about Chickenfoot (No one ever writes about him.Poor Chicken foot.) and goes to the tune of "American Pie" by Don McLean. This is actually only has about half of the lyrics the real song has. (It's an 8 minute song. Making all those lyrics would have driven me insane.) Anyway, I personally like this one a lot more than "Irken Scum", which I think was more of a practice songfic. This one was a lot harder to write. Read and review now.
A SONG FOR CHICKENFOOT
(to the tune of "American Pie")
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
how that chicken used to make me smile
I knew it was just a costume
But not the costume of his doom
As he swept that human waste off of the tile
Never got the dirty chicken toy
Also never saw that human boy
costumers were crying
potatoes, they were flying
I can't remember if he fought
against the fusion that meat had brought
The chicken that real fat kid bought
Now he's covered in rot
Fly away, little chicken slave
Do you intend to get revenge
On that microwave
You stink real bad and don't know how to behave
And your just digging up your own chicken grave
digging up your own chicken grave
Looks like you were out of luck
When that oh so fateful zipper stuck,
Snaps work much better you know
You then were famous and appeared
On some small and very weird
Paranormal fanatic TV show
Well I know you think your future's bleak
Thinking that you're just a hideous freak
That's why your life's been spent
Hiding in that gross apartment
You were living in poverty and wreck
Shared the building with a guy called Turkeyneck,
With nothing but old chicken toys
You poor lost chicken boy
I started singing,
Fly away, little chicken slave
Do you intend to get revenge
On that microwave
You stink real bad and don't know how to behave
And your just digging up your own chicken grave
digging up your own chicken grave
Do you miss brewing that chicken grog
And are you still in love with that dog
Do you ever feel any remorse
Was everything all glorious and well
When you popped out of your chicken shell
Wearing only filth and boxer shorts
Are you glad that kid came along,
With that huge head that just looked wrong
And hair pointy and sharp
Told you that you weren't smart
This all appeared on Invader Zim
An episode that Zim nor Gir were in
Yes the whole thing was just Dib
Eleven minutes of him
Theywere singing,
Fly away, little chicken slave
Do you intend to get revenge
On that microwave
You stink real bad and don't know how to behave
And your just digging up your own chicken grave
digging up your own chicken grave
