I got so many chickens, can't tell my roosters from my hens
 I got to go back now, and look 'em all over again

 I found my rooster this morning by looking at his comb
 I found my rooster this morning by looking at his comb
 You can look out now, pullets, it won't be long

 My hens all cackling, I can't find no eggs
 My hens all cackling, I can't find no eggs
 You ain't got no excuse now, pullets, ain't nothing in your way

 I'm gonna take this old hen, I'm go down to the doctor's shop
 I'm gonna take this old hen, I'm go down to the doctor's shop
 I don't see what's the matter with 'em, they won't bip a bop

 I done told you one time, papa, I don't want my chicken meat
 I done told you one time, papa, I don't want my chicken meat
 I don't want them banty's mixed up with my dominiques

 Shoo, chickens, shoo, I don't want no banty's on my yard
 Shoo, chickens, shoo, I don't want no banty's on my yard
 I don't want them banty's mixed up with my Plymouth Rocks