Lyrics:

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.
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.
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
Knew it wasn't gonna be good

Well I think we lost the chicken
I Think we lost the chicken
I Think we lost the chicken because I just heard him cry

I think we lost the chicken
I 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 home
And he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son
And I was in the kitchen making fig preserves
And I heard that youngin get kicked in the face
And I knew 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
Me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie

Well 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
I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time