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 guns, I got bombs, I got brains

And I won't fall for you

And I won't fall for you

For you, for you

Or you



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