By Steve Farrell, for the Happy Enchilatas Verse 1: One Saturday our gig got canned so we drove to Po‘ipu To play some bluegrass music ‘neath the palms with ocean view Our medley was contagious and the tips they made
By Steve Farrell, for the Happy Enchilatas
Verse 1:
One Saturday our gig got canned so we drove to Po‘ipu
To play some bluegrass music ‘neath the palms with ocean view
Our medley was contagious and the tips they made us glad
And that is when this pesky hen gave everything she had.
Chorus
“Hey honey there’s a chicken in the tip bowl!”
Squatting down so low (so low)
And happy to just to be so (be so)
It must be Kaua‘i sayin’ “Mahalo”
To the Happy Enchilatas wherever we go.
Repeat Chorus; Verse 2:
You’ve heard the story of the goose that laid the golden egg
But this old gal was just a fowl who had a broken leg
And as she fled, with holy dread, from a terroristic kid
The Enchilatas’ tip bowl became this clucker’s bed.
Repeat Chorus; Verse 3:
Now this is a true story, and our picture of it proves
That terrified miss “frickasee” found comfort in our tunes
And it makes sense that frightened hens like country music too
So much in fact, she took a whack, at donating some food.
Repeat Chorus; Verse 4:
This story goes to show you that you never really know
Just how your needs will be supplied or just how things will go
So let’s keep being thankful, and proclaim that God is great!
He can even have your dinner jump up to your dinner plate.
Chorus
