Where Has He Gone?

I was sidewalk walking sunny winter afternoon in Espana, more specifically Madrid.
I'd been living the life of a smelly American - getting drunk, falling down, and acting stupid.
Wine was pulsing through my veins, as red as Spanish blood, my eyes the blackened two of spades.
Up the brandy down the wine - tackle basketball: the games we drunkards played.

Life was sweet but sticky brown like an M&M without the sugar coating.
Glancing back across the street into the setting sun I spied a feather floating.
Trudging up the stairs past La Bruja's door, my tortured heartbeat quickened.
Opened up the door and to the kitchen went and there stood the chicken.

Where has he gone? Where has he gone? Where has my chicken gone he didn't even leave a change of address.

Life became sangria rosy sweet and filled with fruit and a shot or two of brandy.
I felt protected and complete I stood fearless in the sun with an armor made of candy.
Rejoice, rejoice the chicken's brilliance shown o`er me like the sun o`er a candle that is flickin.
I was a metro singing guitar playing chick searching guy and by my side was the chicken.

Where has he gone? Where has he gone? Where has my chicken gone he didn't even leave a change of address.

Home again one afternoon making lunch I look around, but something is terribly wrong.
Gunter, have you seen my chicken. You know the one, about whom I wrote this song.
Gone? I stumbled crazed around I fell clutching the bowl I needed to get sick in.
Flush down the fruit colored vomit sick of thinking about life without the chicken.
Where has he gone? Where has he gone? Where has my chicken gone he didn't even leave a change of address.