| You, comin' here
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| Tellin' me how proud you are
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| Some clown just handed you
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| A shiny little silver star
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| You say, over there, the men are brave
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| While the chickens stay away
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| 'Cause they’re all too much afraid
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| To fight for somthin' they should believe in
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| I’m sorry friend, you’ve got it backwards
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| They won’t follow when your whistle blows
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| Won’t come runnin' when your rooster crows
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| Don’t eat the same old corn until their minds have gone
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| They don’t fear the squawk of the little silly chicken hawk
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| Uh, uh huh, help us clean our own backyard
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| Before you go to preach abroad
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| Believe me, it won’t be easy
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| As you well know, not ever bird can roam the sky
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| I see your wings, man, but can you fly?
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| All I see when I look down, something jumpin' on the ground, scratchin' dirt
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| Cluckin' in the barnyard, tell me, could that be you?
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| In that case, lay another egg
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| Try to save yourself from the bar-b-cue |