Chicken Squawk - M.D.C.

When I walk into the store

They sell the chickens by the score

But eating dead birds just ain’t for me

I don’t eat roast beef or fish

Porky Pig is not my dish

Just go ahead and let your chickens be

In chicken circles it’s Adolph Perdue

Wants to feed featherless chicken to you

I don’t take orders from Colonel Sanders

Do you?

I don’t wanna eat no hens

Not even every now or then

Wanna let all the chickens be

Bawk, bawk, bawk…

Swing to the east and swing to the west

Swing with the chickens you love best

Come on down and do the chicken squawk with me

Wishing Daffy lots of luck

Cause Elmer Fudd’s a hunting duck

They’re dreaming about their little fricassee

And Bugs Bunny is a friend of mine

Eating him I’d feel like Frankenstein

Eating flesh seems pretty foul to me

So on Thanksgiving or Christmas Eve

Give them turkeys a reprieve

Ain’t no turkey got to die for me

Foghorn, Leghorn wrote to me

Say’s MDC’s alright by me

Cause we all learned to let our chickens free

Lordy Jesus this must be the end

They got us eating our cartoon friends

Emancipate those little chickadees

Swing to the east and swing to the west

Swing to the chicken you love best

Come and do the chicken squawk with me