Words and music by Michael Monarch and John Kay You, comin' here Tellin' me how proud you are Some clown just handed you A shiny little silver star You say, over there, the men are brave While the chickens stay away
'Cause they're all too much afraid
To fight for somthin' they should believe in I'm sorry friend, you've got it backwards They won't follow when your whistle blows Won't come runnin' when your rooster crows Don't eat the same old corn until their minds have gone
They don't fear the squawk of the little silly chicken hawk Before you go to preach abroad Uh, uh huh, help us clean our own backyard Believe me, it won't be easy As you well know, not ever bird can roam the sky
I see your wings, man, but can you fly? All I see when I look down, something jumpin' on the ground, scratchin' dirt Cluckin' in the barnyard, tell me, could that be you? In that case, lay another egg
Try to save yourself from the bar Copyright MCA Music (BMI) All rights for the USA controlled and administered by
MCA Corporation of America, INC.
האתר פועל ברישיון אקו"ם
כל הזכויות שמורות 2022 ©