Lyrics Willow Weep For Me - Original - Cab Calloway and His Orchestra

Willow Weep For Me - Original

Chicken!
Nice fried chicken!
Barbecued chicken!
Won’t you send it down the line
Say!
Everyone’s talking 'bout chicken;
Chicken’s a popular word;
But anywhere you go, you’re bound to find
A chicken ain’t nothin' but a bird
Some people call it a fowl
That’s the story I heard
But let 'em call it this and let 'em call it that
A chicken ain’t nothin' but a bird
You can boil it, roast it, broil it
Cook it in a pan or a pot
Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes
But chicken’s still what you got, boy!
It was a dish for old Caesar
Also King Henry the Third
But Columbus was smart, said «You can’t fool me
A chicken ain’t nothin' but a bird.»
You can boil it, roast it, broil it
Cook it in a pan or a pot
Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes
Chicken’s still what you got, boy!
It was a dish for old Caesar
Also King Henry the Third
But Columbus was smart, said «You can’t fool me
A chicken ain’t nothin' but a bird.»