Sometimes when I go out and get drunk
And act like a London punk
It's because I've had too much beer
And then I fear
That to cap of the night
I just might
Have a Coke and JD
Then head into KFC
I know I shouldn't but I think Fck it!
And buy myself a bargain bucket
And whilst walking back home
I'm just left with some chicken bone
Whilst texting drunk messages on my phone
I get fed up being alone
And although my home isn't far
I boot the chicken over a car
Poor person had done nothing to me
But I still boot the rest of my KFC
Fries, bits of burger and baked beans
Land all over the windscreens
At the time it lets out some frustration
I go back home for masturbation
But when I wake up and go out
I see what my chicken frenzy was all about
Some young girl cleaning my chicken of her car
The consequences of me at the bar
I walk on by, but she doesn't know it's me
But inside I apologise for booting my KFC!
