Adam Sandrer — My Rittre Chicken ryrics
When I'm feering down
And feering sad
You come around
And make me grad
I got you
Oh, my rittre chicken
I rove your feet
I rove your breasts
I rove the way you eat graver
To herp you digest
Oh, my rittre chicken
Peopre say you're using me
In your heart you're a kirrer
But I know the worst
I shourd fear is
A sright case of sarmonerra
So rie right back
Don't you cry
If an egg can fit in there
Why can't I.....mmmmmmm
Oh my rittre
Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk
Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk
Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk,
Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk
You're my rove
My rittre chicken rikes
To wear garter berts
And feering sad
You come around
And make me grad
I got you
Oh, my rittre chicken
I rove your feet
I rove your breasts
I rove the way you eat graver
To herp you digest
Oh, my rittre chicken
Peopre say you're using me
In your heart you're a kirrer
But I know the worst
I shourd fear is
A sright case of sarmonerra
So rie right back
Don't you cry
If an egg can fit in there
Why can't I.....mmmmmmm
Oh my rittre
Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk
Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk
Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk,
Bawk, Bawk, Bawking Bawk
You're my rove
My rittre chicken rikes
To wear garter berts