Trouble In The Hen House |
(Lyrics by Phil Cole)
THEY'RE SCRATCHING AND PICKING AT GOD KNOWS WHAT AS THEY STRUT AND THEY POSTURE AT THE FEED TROUGH THEY LOVED BEING FREE RANGE, THEY'D SPREAD THEIR WINGS NOW THEY PEEK THROUGH THE WIRE AT THEIR UNDERLINGS
TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE FUNKY CHICKENS IN A MAD MAD HOUSE THERE'S TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE
HE CROWS IN THE MORNING AND WAKES HER UP SHE RUFFLES HIS FEATHERS WITH HER FOUL UPS HE SCRAMBLES EACH EGG THAT SHE PROUDLY LAYS SHE'S WALKING ON EGG SHELLS, FLY, FLY, AWAY
TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE FUNKY CHICKENS IN A MAD MAD HOUSE THERE'S TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE
THEY'RE TROUBLESOME CHICKENS, THEIR MINDS IN DECAY WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT THEIR MEMORIES WOULD GET SCRAMBLED THIS A WAY
TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE FUNKY CHICKENS IN A MAD MAD HOUSE THERE'S TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE
TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE FUNKY CHICKENS IN A MAD MAD HOUSE THERE'S TROUBLE IN THE HEN HOUSE
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