When I come through When I drive through When I, when I, when I, yo, yo I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin' They way I floss, y'all chickens should
C...cmaj7...c...cmaj7...c... C..............cmaj7.............c...........cmaj7... On your street people call you a foxy girl C...................cmaj
(Michael Bethke) This is a song about the White Hen Decapitator. Killed his co-worker with a chef knife they used in the store. And for some reason he
Which come first, the chicken or the aig? Which come first, the chicken or the aig? How could somethin' so fat and burly Come from somethin' so smooth
ba ba black sheep have you any wool yes sir yes sir three bags full one for your sweater and one for your quilt one for your blanket to keep you warm
Sometimes I wish you were a fine feathered fowl And sometimes I wish I was a cat out on her midnight growl So if you were a bird you would sing from a
I had an old hen she had a wooden leg Best old hen that never laid an egg Laid more eggs than any hen around the barn Another dirink of whiskey wouldnA
(traditional)
Bing Crosby/John Scott Trotter Orchestra Written by: Ernest Ball/Gary Graff/Chauncey Olcott When Irish eyes are smiling Sure tis like a morn in spring
Glinsende manelys ovenfor driver Frostlagte stier viser vei Svarte sjeler farer henover natten Inn gjennom skodde heim Alt har svartnet Alt lys er svunnet
Once I had a heart like a mean old hen Kept her locked up in a chicken wire pen Clucking at the walls, scratching at the ground Peck at anybody who would
Ni Breizhiz a galon karomp hon gwir vro Brudet eo an arvor dre ar bed tro dro Dispont kreiz ar brezel hon tadou ken mat A skuilhas eviti o gwad O Breizh
Ouh ouh ouh Black poule Vous etes pas cool avec les Black poules Vous dites qu'elle allume, qu'elle roule Black poule Mais dans son c?ur y' a de la houle
If you jump i jump. it?s only a fall. we?ll both crash at the bottom to get back to the top of the world. how cool would it be to swim through the sky
[Chickens clucking in background] All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck [repeats throughout song] When I come through All the chickens go cluck, cluck
(Traditional) (Instrumental)