Lyrics:

Sic Em On A Chicken
sic Em On A Chicken
sic Em On A Chicken
and Watch Those Feathers Fly

sic Em On A Chicken
sic Em On A Chicken
break Out The Butter And
the Flour Ready To Fry

my Dog Pete Is The Smallest Dog
of All The Dogs In My Yard
he's A Mean Som 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 Those Feathers Fly

sic Em On A Chicken
sic Em On A Chicken
break Out The Butter And
the Flour Ready To Fry

we Heard This Awful Noise
comin Outta The Woods (Comin Outta The Woods)
heard Chicken Screams
we Know It Wasn't Gon Be Good

i Think We Lost A Chicken
i Think We Lost A Chicken
i Think We Lost A Chicken
cuz I Just Heard Him Cry

i Think We Lost A Chicken
i Think We Lost A Chicken
i Think We Lost A Chicken
but You Can Get Another One For A Dollar Seventy Nine

in A Couple Of Years His Spurs Had Grown
he Wasn't Safe To Keep Around The Home
he Almost Took An Eyeball From Lonnie's Son
i Was In The Kitchen Makin Fig Preserves
and I Heard That Young 'un Get Kicked In The Face
and I Knew That Rooster's Gon Get What He Deserves

so I Chased The Chicken
i Chased The Chicken
i Chased The Chicken
and Pete Hit Him From The Side
i Chased The Chicken
i Chased The Chicken
and Me And Pete Suppered
on A Homemade Chicken Pot Pie

sic Em On A Chicken
sic Em On A Chicken
sic Em On A Chicken
and Watch Those Feathers Fly
sic Em On A Chicken
sic Em On A Chicken
i Can Smell The Kitchen And
it's Almost Supper Time