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In Hollywood, people grow chickens. Some of these chickens need to die. And there is a man for the Job

Take it!

Well I woke up this morning, lookin' for kicks
Went out to the barnyard to stomp on some chicks
They call me Wreckin' Ball
'Cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

I got a bullet head and one stray eye, my back's been broken twice
Wear overalls and big ol' boots, my pants is filled with lice
They call me Wreckin' Ball
'Cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

I'll stomp on an egg, I'll stomp on a duck
Geese or cornish hens, I don't give a fuck
They call me Wreckin' Ball
'Cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

Roosters and hens
And all their feathered friends
They know it's time to fly
When I come stompin' by
Well Acockle-doodle-doo
I'm gonna put my tread on you
That's the call of the Wreckin' Ball

Some people asks why I'm such a bastard
Well wringing their necks ain't no fun and stompin' kills 'em faster
They call me Wreckin' Ball
'Cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

If your fowl's gone foul, you can't count on loafers
Just look me up and I'll stomp right over
They call me Wreckin' Ball
'Cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

Ooh, hoo hoo
Wreckin' Ball is not on welfare
Wreckin' Ball makes ends meet
Somehow

The life I lead is mighty slim pickins
There ain't much call for stompin' on chickens
They call me Wreckin' Ball
'Cause I'm the baddest of 'em all

Roosters and hens
And all their feathered friends
They know it's time to fly
When I come stompin' by
Well Acockle-doodle-doo
I'm gonna put my tread on you
That's the call of the Wreckin' Ball

Woo, woo
Chick-chick-chick-chick-chicken

Picture this:
Pot-belly stove
(?) shoes
Country haircut
Overalls
On Sunday night

On Sunday night I pluck the feathers from my shoes
And sing a little bit of these chicken stompin' blues
They call me Wreckin' Ball, Yeah-he-he
'Cause I'm the baddest of 'em all
Yeah, they call me Wreckin' Ball

Woo, hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo, hoo-hoo-hoo

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