Words and music by Michael Monarch and John Kay
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
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