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Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry. My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard He's a mean son' bitch Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry. I heard this awful noise coming from the woods I heard chicken screams Know it ain't gonna be good Well I think we lost the chicken Think we lost the chicken Think we lost the chicken because I just heard him cry Think we lost the chicken Think we lost the chicken Think we lost the chicken but you can get another one for a dollar 79 In a couple of years his spurs have grown He wasn't safe to keep around the house When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son And I was sitting at home making fig preserves And I'd seen where that rooster kicked him in the eye And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he deserved So I chased the chicken I chased the chicken I chased the chicken and Pete hit 'em from the side I chased the chicken I chased the chicken I chased the chicken and me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken. Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly Sic 'em on a chicken Get that chicken I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time |
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