(J. Cramer/J. Whitney) 



One night Farmer Brown was taken the air

Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care

Down in the henhouse somethin' stirred

When he shouted,"Who's There?", this is what he heard





There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all

So calm yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us

We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in

And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin

There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all

You're stompin' around, shakin' the ground, kickin' up an aweful dust

We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in

And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin



(Bridge)

Tomorrow is a busy day, we've got things to do, we've got eggs to lay

We got ground to dig and worms to scratch

Takes a lot of sittin' gettin' chicks to hatch

There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all

So quiet yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us

Kindly point that gun the other way

And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay



(Repeat Bridge)



It's easy pickin', ain't nobody here but us chickens