| When the sun begins to rise
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| You’ll see a light in the eastern skies
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| You’ll hear a rooster crow
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| All the animals appear
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| When they hear that cry of Chanticleer
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| They’re up and on the go
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| Howdy there folks, say how ya been
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| Good morning ladies, my, aren’t we thin
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| Hi there, fella, lemme see that grin
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| Time for the jubilee
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| Round the barnyard goes the mighty cavalcade
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| Gorgeously arrayed, see them on parade
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| All the animals assemble there, as the break of day draws near
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| All the crickets, bees and birds upon the wing
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| All commence to sing, hear the chorus ring
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| Though they often try, they never beat the cry of Chanticleer
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| See the turkey chicken reel without a care
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| And the chicken there do the grizzly bear
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| While the goat begins to castle walk
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| You ought to stand and cheer
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| When the ducks begin to do the turkey trot
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| They get plenty hot, give it all they’ve got
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| But they can’t compete with the spotted feet of Chanticleer
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| (All the crickets, bees and birds upon the wing
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| All commence to sing, hear the chorus ring
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| Though they often try, they never beat the cry of Chanticleer)
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| Oh life is fine when you rise and shine with the king of the barnyard
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| Barnyard animal noises mimicked by the cast
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| King Chanticleer |