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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

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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

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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
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      [Chorus:]   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      [Chorus]      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