Twenty Saddles for My Chicken
Just a fun little romp. Was in response to a song contest I couldn't win.
Solo songwriter/guitarist.
Lyrics
[4/4, brighrtly and with straight face]
TWENTY SADDLES FOR MY CHICKEN
--J. Wrabek
[THE RAP: This was in response to one of those contests where they assign you a title and you’re supposed to write a song to it. Title was “Twenty Chickens for a Saddle.” And I tried, really I did, but it kept coming out “Twenty Saddles for My Chicken.” I finally decided to just write it—I wasn’t going to win the contest, but maybe Gene Burnett could use it for his album of chicken songs he says he’s not going to do.
Just a bouncy, sureal little romp—probably very chicken-fetishy. If there is any redeeming social message, please let me know. I am unaware of any.]
CHORUS:
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken,
And ev’ry one is different, and ev’ry one looks fine;
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken
So we can look real special when we go for a ride.
1.
She spends a couple hours at the mirror,
Pickin’ out what she’s gonna wear today;
She can choose from ev’ry color of the rainbow,
And the ones that left her looking fat—well, we gave those away.
CHORUS:
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken,
And ev’ry one is different, and ev’ry one looks fine;
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken
So we can look real special when we go for a ride.
2.
There’s rhinestones for the times when she feels shiny,
Red-white-and-blue for Independence Day;
She really likes those patriotic colors—
Don’t you wish that ev’ry chicken felt that way?
CHORUS:
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken,
And ev’ry one is different, and ev’ry one looks fine;
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken
So we can look real special when we go for a ride.
3.
She thinks that day-glo pink makes her look sexy,
So we usually wear that one at night;
It’s funny how the traffic all avoids us
When they see that saddlle spell her name in flashing neon lights.
CHORUS:
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken,
And ev’ry one is different, and ev’ry one looks fine;
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken
So we can look real special when we go for a ride.
[GRATUITOUS INSTRUMENTAL BREAK—do NOT use the chord progression from “What a Friend We Have in Jesus”]
CHORUS:
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken,
And ev’ry one is different, and ev’ry one looks fine;
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken
So we can look real special when we go for a ride.
4.
She smiles and waves in ev’ry kind of weather;
Takes more than rain to make that chicken blue;
We sure do make quite a pair together—
Don’t it make you wish you had a chicken, too?
CHORUS:
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken,
And ev’ry one is different, and ev’ry one looks fine;
I’ve got twenty saddles for my chicken
So we can look real special when we go for a ride.
[REPEAT CHORUS UNTIL AUDIENCE GETS TIRED OR PASSES OUT]
©2008 J. Wrabek dba Outside Services Ltd. All the usual rights reserved just in case. No chickens were harmed in the writing of this song.
Another great funny song ....Cluck Cluck !! that means I loved it Vone