A Galinha d' Angola

Poor thing, poor little thing
The Angola chicken
Hasn't been lately
Playing ball

She sells confusion
And buys fights
She loves gossip so much
And adores intrigue
She talks so much
It seems like she swallowed a ratchet
And she's always complaining
That she's weak

I'm weak! I'm weak!
I'm weak! I'm weak! I'm weak!

Poor thing, poor little thing
The Angola chicken
Hasn't been lately
Playing ball

She eats so much
Until she has a stomach ache
She's a troublemaker
Of a kind
When she broods, she cackles
Eats corn and eats poop
And she's always complaining
That she's weak

I'm weak! I'm weak! I'm weak!