| One night farmer Brown was takin' the air
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| Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
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| Down in the hen house something stirred
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| When he shouted, «Who's there?»
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| This is what he heard
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| There ain’t nobody here but us chickens
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| There ain’t nobody here at all
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| So calm yourself and stop that fuss
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| There ain’t nobody here but us
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| We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in
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| And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your chin
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| There ain’t nobody here but us chickens
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| There ain’t nobody here at all
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| You’re stompin' around and shakin' the ground
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| Kicking up an awful dust
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| We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in
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| And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it’s a sin
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| Tomorrow is a busy day
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| We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
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| We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
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| It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch
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| Oh, there ain’t nobody here but us chickens
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| There ain’t nobody here at all
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| So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
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| There ain’t nobody here but us
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| Kindly point the gun the other way
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| And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay
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| Tomorrow is a busy day
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| We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
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| We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
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| It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch
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| Oh, there ain’t nobody here but us chickens
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| There ain’t nobody here at all
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| So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
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| There ain’t nobody here but us
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| Kindly point the gun the other way
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| And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay
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| Hey, hey boss man, what do you say?
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| It’s easy, pickins, there ain’t nobody here but us chickens |