I've Waited Ages - Colin Newman

I feel so wholesome I could cry

I got a chicken in my bandolier

I’ve hung it up to see if it would fall out

I’ve waited ages, but now I’m told

These things take time

Him work here all day

Him got his tonsils sprayed

Him got no time for utensils

Or words to that effect I’m deliberately diverging

Not the same but different you see

I’ve hung up to dry, my legs hanging out

Someone said to sew up the bottoms

But I can’t reach, and a fall would break my nose

But still there’s no harm in trying