| Way down on Sam McGurkey’s spread
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| Things are happening in his brand new shed
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| He’s sold his wife and seven kids and bought a thousand chickens instead
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| The neighbourhood was full of news
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| About these plasticated turkey blues
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| That dirty no-good duck stuffing sod-buster knows how to pay up his dues
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| It’s a narrow-headed feather-bedded supermarket superchicken time
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| Give a booster to the rooster have a 100% potential diamond mine
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| But you’ve got to keep on clucking or you’ll end up on the factory line
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| Can you understand the reason why all our feathered friends should have to die?
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| We can only wait until it’s too late and judgment passes us by
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| So don’t forget to spare a dime for your chicken-hearted happytime
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| And be sure to lend a hand to every man who moves out of line
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| Six lonely bantams walking on the wall
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| Along came a farmer and now there’s none at all
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| One went to Tesco, two went to hell
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| The rest are pushing daises because they wouldn’t sell
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| So listen all you L-brained dudes, before you open up your barbecues
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| Have a show-down at the hoe-down and you ain’t got nothing to lose
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| And when you become a millionaire with many chicken houses in the air
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| Down on the ground the wind has changed, a lot of people will care |