You, comin' here Tellin' me how proud you are Some clown just handed you A shiny little silver star You say, over there, the men are brave While the chickens stay away 'Cause they're all too much afraid To fight for somthin' they should believe in I'm sorry friend, you've got it backwards
They won't follow when your whistle blows Won't come runnin' when your rooster crows Don't eat the same old corn until their minds have gone They don't fear the squawk of the little silly chicken hawk Uh, uh huh, help us clean our own backyard Before you go to preach abroad Believe me, it won't be easy
As you well know, not ever bird can roam the sky I see your wings, man, but can you fly? All I see when I look down, something jumpin' on the ground, scratchin' dirt Cluckin' in the barnyard, tell me, could that be you? In that case, lay another egg Try to save yourself from the bar-b-cue Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
