The Magnetic Fields

a chicken with its head cut off

Eligible, not too stupid,
intelligible and cute as Cupid,
knowledgeable, but not always right,
salvageable and free for the night

Well my heart's running round
like a chicken with its head cut off
all around the barnyard falling in and out of love
The poor thing's blind as a bat getting up, falling down, getting up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off? (Whoa, Nellie)

My wife doesn't understand me
Many dozens hope to land me
I'm for free love, and I'm in free fall
This could be love or nothing at all...

We don't have to be stars exploding in the night
or electric eels under the covers
We don't have to be anything quite so unreal
let's just be lovers... (It ain't pretty)