Lyrics
[4/4, very sleazy country blues]
THE CHICKEN SONG
--J. Wrabek
[THE RAP: This song answers the burning question, “Why did the chicken cross the road?” I think the answer is chickens are very nice creatures (if a little intelligence-challenged), and somebody probably just asked politely. Like this…]
1.
Hey, little chicken, I’m sure you know
I been watchin’ you from across the road
And you are the cutest li’l bird I ever did see;
If you were closer, I could see you better
And appreciate your every feather—
Hey, hey, little chicken, won’t you cross the road for me.
CHORUS:
The traffic ain’t bad this time of day,
If you run real fast, it’ll be okay;
The animals that died were all dumber’n you—
C’mon, let’s show ‘em what a chicken can do…
Let’s be together till death do us part,
On the better side of the boulevard—
Hey, hey, little chicken, won’t you cross the road for me.
2.
They say you’re fat, but I don’t mind;
I’m sure that you’ve got a tender side;
And you’ve been savin’ yourself for someone like me;
It might be forward, but I’m invitin’ you
To be the guest of honor at my barbecue--
Hey, hey, little chicken, won’t you cross the road for me.
CHORUS:
The traffic ain’t bad this time of day,
If you run real fast, it’ll be okay;
The animals that died were all dumber’n you—
C’mon, let’s show ‘em what a chicken can do…
Let’s be together till death do us part,
On the better side of the boulevard—
Hey, hey, little chicken, won’t you cross the road for me.
3.
Hey, little chicken, what you waitin’ for?
Let’s go where no chicken has gone before;
Have you ever seen the inside of a rotisserie?
I got vegetables waitin’ here on simmer,
For you to join me over here for dinner;
Hey, hey, little chicken, won’t you cross the road for me.
CHORUS:
The traffic ain’t bad this time of day,
If you run real fast, it’ll be okay;
The animals that died were all dumber’n you—
C’mon, let’s show ‘em what a chicken can do…
Let’s be together till death do us part,
On the better side of the boulevard—
Hey, hey, little chicken, won’t you cross the road for me—
Hey, hey, little chicken, won’t you cross the road for me.
© 2007 J. Wrabek dba Outside Services Ltd. All the usual rights reserved just in case. No chickens were harmed in the writing of this song.
