Chicken Shack (Baby’s Got my #) 
Hammer and Spike, Nail and Wood 
Thought I did everything I could 
Looking back to the Chicken Shack 
Thinking that she was gone for good 
Morning Sun or Midnight sky 
We can talk every day and night 
If she comes back to the Chicken Shack 
I’m gonna make everything all right. 

Baby’s Got my Number 
There’s nothing I can do, The things you said were true 
And each time you’re in the henhouse, I’ll be passing through 
Baby’s Got my Number 

The Whale all day, Triple 8 at night 
Holds it down to the morning light 
The ferry leaves a little too soon 
I’m on the phone all afternoon 
Before I speak, she reads my mind 
And what I need, I left behind 
Heavy words that don't ring true
Don't call me, baby, I'll call you

Baby’s Got my Number 
There’s nothing I can do, The things you said were true 
And each time you’re in the henhouse, I’ll be passing through 
Baby’s Got my Number