Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly 



Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry. 



My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard 

He's a mean son' bitch 

Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar 



Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly 



Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry. 



I heard this awful noise coming from the woods 

I heard chicken screams 

Know it ain't gonna be good 



Well I think we lost the chicken 

Think we lost the chicken 

Think we lost the chicken because I just heard him cry 



Think we lost the chicken 

Think we lost the chicken 

Think we lost the chicken but you can get another one for a dollar 79 



In a couple of years his spurs have grown 

He wasn't safe to keep around the house 

When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son 

And I was sitting at home making fig preserves 

And I'd seen where that rooster kicked him in the eye 

And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he deserved 



So I chased the chicken 

I chased the chicken 

I chased the chicken and Pete hit 'em from the side 



I chased the chicken 

I chased the chicken 

I chased the chicken and me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie 



Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken. 

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly 



Sic 'em on a chicken 

Get that chicken 

I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time