text:  Chickadee China, the Chinese chicken You have a drumstick and your brain stops stickin' Watchin' X-Files with no lights on We're dollar maisons I hope the smoking man's in this one Like Harrison Ford, I'm getting frantic Like Sting, I'm tantric Like Snickers, guaranteed dissatisfied Like Kurosawa, I make mad films K, I don't make films But if I did, they'd have a samurai Gonna get a set of better clubs Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs Just so my arms aren't always flyin' off the backswing Gonna get into my Sailor Moon Cause that cartoonist got the boom And I made babes that make me think the wrong thing How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?