I am a foundling, brought up in the cellar,
No human contact, just the boots and baton of
My foster father. I am a circus geek, naked,
Afraid, biting off the heads of chickens, this-
Gusting the customers as I thrill them all the same.
And the chickens are my best friends, loving me
Anyway. "Better you than Frank Perdue!" they
Cluck in their coop.
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Foundling Lyrics

Cornbugs – Foundling Lyrics