Here's a little tune that's dedicated to man's best friend
The chicken, that's right
No argument from this crowd, ain't nobody here but us chickens
One night Farmer Brown was takin' the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
He took the henhouse, something stirred
He hollered, who's there, this is what he heard
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
Ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Can't they point that gun at us
Can't they point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day
Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickens
Sure ain't nobody at all
Like you stompin' around and shakin' the ground
And then you kickin' up an awful dust
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you buttin'
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin
Cause tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
Round the dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin'
Gettin' chicks to hatch, you know
Ain't nobody here but us chickens, honey
Nobody at all
So quiet yourself, stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Can't they point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day
Blow your horns in!
Saxophone!
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Well tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
*** a dig on worms and scratch
It takes a lot of sitting getting chicks too
Ain't nobody here but us roosters, honey
So watch yourself and stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here, nobody but us
They kinda point that gun the other way
And I will, I will, I will till the break of day
Hey boss man, now what you say?
It's easy pickin', ain't nobody here but us chickens
Oh yeah