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   Uh, uh huh, help us clean our own backyard   Before you go to preach abroad   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 barbecue