“I just stuffed an orange up a chicken’s derriere.” So starts John’s tale of budget cooking. Here I thought after talking a bit about this next song, it was going to be about Kerrygold Irish butter. For my part, I have decided to learn to play the fiddle (violin for those in the Northeast) and working on the mandolin chops this summer. Nothing much on the mando here, though I do manage to slide a minor 6th chord and a cycle of fifths progression into the subtle octave mandolin rhythm part. That’s John in the pic proudly wearing his Fathers’ Day gift from his son Will.
John: lyrics
edro: octave mandolins, percussion, fiddle, vocals
I just stuffed an orange
Up a chicken’s derriere
I know it sounds absurd
Some call it Poulet l’Orange
But i knew all along
It was orange yard bird
I got the chicken on sale
Been in my freezer for a while
The orange was soft
Like it needed a shot of Stoli
So i sliced it in two
And jammed it up its holy moly
Chorus
I’m hungry
You can bet on that
When you start seeing chickens
And oranges intimate together
Your belly’s banging your buckle
And playing Stormy Weather
While i wait at the door
Looking for the mail
Its roasting in the oven
Defiled and covered in pepper
I got some taters on the side
Their skin as thick as leather
The yard bird is roasting
Centered on the rack
The hungry man is waiting
Waiting on a check
Looking in a freezer
That resembles a train wreck
Chorus
Little Eddie and the Eagle 