song titles better suited to another song than the one they're titling.

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 "

The next song on the record is called "Chickentown", and it's about a small town.