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, dis-
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.
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, dis-
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.