sample: [Just keep punching, that's the thing to do.
Remember the words of the philosopher Ken Morgester, who once said "Failure is not falling down, failure is staying down". And that's a good thought for this day, or any day. Say, did you ever grab a wishbone and wish that the chicken you had just served had been tastier? Well that won't happen with Waybest chicken. Waybest is so superb you serve it with no regrets, no apologies. When you take a Waybest chicken from the oven golden-brown and mouth-watering to look at, you know it will delight everybody at the table.]
Down on the farm, where the chicken is. Stuff 'em full of fishmeal, stick 'em in a box Chop their silly heads off, watch 'em run around You take out the feathers, throw away the beak Put them in the freezer for a couple of weeks And you cook 'em in an oven and you stick 'em on a plate And you slaver and you wriggle and you say "it looks great" You make 'em into gravy, get it on your face It's a shame and it's a disgrace They eat chicken in the Balkans, chicken in Rome I bet you even like to eat chicken at home Chicken in Bolivia, chicken in Peru I bet eating chicken is a thing you like to do They get chicken in the Balkans, chicken in Rome I bet you even like to eat chicken at home There's chicken in Bolivia, chicken in Peru Chicken in Kiev's a thing you shouldn't oughtta do And there's chicken, McChicken, anywhere at all And chicken's an atrocity, it's vile that's all There's chicken in Detroit, in Washington Square Chicken in the high street, chicken everywhere Chicken on holiday, chicken in jail Wake up in the morning, there's a chicken in the mail There's chicken on holiday, chicken in jail The cats get chicken from the garbage pail You raise 'em, race 'em, misplace 'em, replace 'em, You can boil it, or baste it, Just make sure that you waste it sample: [No regrets, no apologies... Just keep punching] Prize turkeys! I want to see the man in charge! sample: [Just keep punching] sample: [I don't want to kill 'em, I want the money] sample: [No regrets, no apologies] sample: [I'm hypnotized] sample: [I don't want to kill 'em, I want the money] Which came first the chicken or the egg? They get so damn crazy they eat their own legs (x6) Stuff 'em full of fishmeal, put 'em on the table Make 'em into gravy, get it on your shirt front (x3) It's disgusting! There's chicken on your shirt front, greasy and thick Someone tell the manager the chicken is sick The whole idea is sick. Have another drumstick. Chicken in the basket is the ladies' pick Sick! Chicken in Camden, Paddington too They even got chicken in the Regent Park Zoo There's chicken in China, chicken in Nepal Chicken over there dead hanging on the wall There's chicken in Syria, Daar-es-Salaam The whole population wants to do them harm There's chicken in Dublin Chicken in Spain Chicken in the slaughterhouse Chicken in the rain There's chicken in the library and on TV World-wide symbol of stupidity But if you ask me, they never had the chance to start with. Prize turkey's delight! (x2)Sung to the tune of the 60's/70's TV advert for "Fry's Turkish Delight", as it goes.Now this is how you get a chicken hypnotized You look the little motherfucker right in the eyes and say "Chicken, you will obey" Ah, they're laughing at the chickens, I can see them *A mess of samples and scattered words*
Expansive book-styled package of the first four albums from The Jazz Butcher’s early Creation Records’ years – 1988-1991.
Featuring the much praised ‘Fishcotheque’, ‘Big Planet, Scarey Planet’, ‘Cult Of The Basement’ and ‘Condition Blue”.
( thejazzbutcher.bandcamp.com )
The voice at the beginning of “The Best Way” has bothered me for years. It seemed naggingly familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
It turns out it’s Bob Steele, and he’s familiar because when I was a kid, it was his voice I’d be listening to for school closing announcements.
Furthermore, Waybest Foods was located pretty much spitting distance from my house. And “the philosopher, Ken Morgester” who Steele mentions is the father of my high school classmate, Candice Morgester, who confirmed with her mother that Steele knew him. Trying to find some info about her father...
I finally took the radical action of asking friends if they recognized the voice. After that, it took only about a couple hours for the info to come out of the woodwork.
Bob Steele dominated morning radio in southern New England for decades, most of it on WTIC in Hartford. As a kid, I didn’t listen to much news radio, but he’s the one we’d tune into for snow day information. He semi-retired in 1991, but continued hosting a Saturday morning show until he died.
The town in question is South Windsor, CT.
1989-12-09 Roxy Theatre - Los Angeles, USA (West Coast '89 Cassette)