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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