Keep On Clucking by Stackridge Lyrics
Way down on Sam McGurkey's spread
Things are happening in his brand new shed
He's sold his wife and seven kids and bought a thousand chickens instead
The neighbourhood was full of news
About these plasticated turkey blues
That dirty no-good duck stuffing sod-buster knows how to pay up his dues
It's a narrow-headed feather-bedded supermarket superchicken time
Give a booster to the rooster have a 100% potential diamond mine
But you've got to keep on clucking or you'll end up on the factory line
Can you understand the reason why all our feathered friends should have to die?
We can only wait until it's too late and judgment passes us by
So don't forget to spare a dime for your chicken-hearted happytime
And be sure to lend a hand to every man who moves out of line
Six lonely bantams walking on the wall
Along came a farmer and now there's none at all
One went to Tesco, two went to hell
The rest are pushing daises because they wouldn't sell
So listen all you L-brained dudes, before you open up your barbecues
Have a show-down at the hoe-down and you ain't got nothing to lose
And when you become a millionaire with many chicken houses in the air
Down on the ground the wind has changed, a lot of people will care
Things are happening in his brand new shed
He's sold his wife and seven kids and bought a thousand chickens instead
The neighbourhood was full of news
About these plasticated turkey blues
That dirty no-good duck stuffing sod-buster knows how to pay up his dues
It's a narrow-headed feather-bedded supermarket superchicken time
Give a booster to the rooster have a 100% potential diamond mine
But you've got to keep on clucking or you'll end up on the factory line
Can you understand the reason why all our feathered friends should have to die?
We can only wait until it's too late and judgment passes us by
So don't forget to spare a dime for your chicken-hearted happytime
And be sure to lend a hand to every man who moves out of line
Six lonely bantams walking on the wall
Along came a farmer and now there's none at all
One went to Tesco, two went to hell
The rest are pushing daises because they wouldn't sell
So listen all you L-brained dudes, before you open up your barbecues
Have a show-down at the hoe-down and you ain't got nothing to lose
And when you become a millionaire with many chicken houses in the air
Down on the ground the wind has changed, a lot of people will care