Tori Amos:'Til The Chicken

So some say she got green in her field
And some she got too many strings
With petticoats on and going all gone

The sweetest nylon
No, not where she's gone
I'm going to raise his tail
And wrangle his wing

Some say she got plenty of stockings
Some she got some Divas and Kramer
Wire despair and shaking her trail

The sweetest nylon
No, not where she's gone
I'm going to raise his tail
And wrangle his wing
Till the little chicken come home

The sweetest nylon
No, not where he's gone
I'm going to raise his tail
And wrangle his wing

I said the sweetest nylon
No, not where he's gone
I'm going to raise his tail (raise it now)
And wrangle his wings
Until the little chicken come home
Said until the little chicken come home
(Pass out the chicken)