tellin' me how proud you are
some clown just handed you
a shiny little silver star
while the chickens stay away
'cause they're all too much afraid
to fight for somthin' they should believe in
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
help us clean our own backyard
before you go to preach abroad
not ever bird can roam the sky
all i see when i look down
something jumpin' on the ground
try to save yourself from the bar-b-cue