RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO

RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO

Jump Back, Look Out, Hit the Deck, RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO
got all the people shouthin what the heck?
He is one of a kind, Hero in his own mind, stay clear as he gets wound up
watch yourself at the crazy person round up. Stay back he unwinds RUBBER-CHICKEN'S
flyin. A sight to behold and I am not lying, gonna get the bad guys without even trying.
He's the RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO and he is not playin, best to take cover, I'm just sayin.
RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO is on the war path, countin up the damage, gotta do the math.
Every bad guy present feels the RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO wrath.
Im not joken RUBBER-CHICKEN smokin, every rule of sanity must be broken.

RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO

(Verse 1)
Jump Back, Look Out, Hit the Deck, RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO!
Got all the people shoutin', "What the heck?!"
He's one of a kind, hero in his own mind, stay clear as he gets wound up,
Watch yourself at the crazy person round-up!

(Chorus)
Stay back, he unwinds, RUBBER CHICKENS flyin'!
A sight to behold and I am not lyin'.
Gonna get the bad guys without even tryin',
He's the RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO, and he is not playin',
Best to take cover, I'm just sayin'!

(Verse 2)
RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO is on the warpath,
Countin' up the damage, gotta do the math.
Every bad guy present feels the RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO wrath,
I'm not jokin', RUBBER-CHICKEN smokin',
Every rule of sanity must be broken!

(New Verse 3)
He wields his nunchucks, a feathery, floppy dread,
Two yellow squawkers swingin' 'round his head!
One clucks for justice, the other just squeaks instead,
Squeak-squawk! Whiff-wham! Straight to the villain's noggin',
Leaving bad guys dazed, confused, and just a-boggin'!

(New Verse 4)
He’s got a chicken-bow, with drumsticks for the string,
Fires feathered arrows, heard before they sting!
And his chicken-grenades? Just give 'em a good fling,
They land with a squeeeeak! and a cloud of feathers,
Making even tough guys scramble in all weathers!

(New Bridge)
The police just watch, scratchin' their weary heads,
"Is that a crime, or just really good performance art instead?"
He trips on his cape, then bounces off a shed,
Flaps his rubber wings, screamin' at the moon,
"Justice is served, and it smells like poultry, soon!"

(New Chorus)
So back, he unwinds, RUBBER CHICKENS flyin'!
A chaotic storm, and I am not lyin'.
Gonna get the bad guys without even tryin',
He's the RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO, and he is not playin',
Best to take cover, I'm just sayin'!

(Outro)
He'll save the day, with a squawk and a squish,
Leaving villains wonderin', "What the cluck was that?!"
Yeah, RUBBER-CHICKEN-RAMBO! He's the hero we deserve...
Or maybe just the one we accidentally got!
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak-a-doodle-doo!