On A Friday
Phillipa Chicken
I got wings
I got arms
I got shrinks
I got bombs
I got guns
I got brains

So there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying, I got guns
I got bombs, I got brains
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you

Take me up to a warmer place
I got eggs
I got feathers
I got brains

And there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying, I got guns
I got bombs, I got brains
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
For you, for you, or you
Or...
I got brains
I got feathers
I got hands
I got friends
I got ammo
I got plans

So there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying, I got guns
I got arms, I got plans
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fly for you