THE DUKE (SPOKEN): So he turns on the duke? And with what do you suppose he turns on the duke?
OWLS: What master?
THE DUKE (SPOKEN): A flashlight
OWLS: What a horrible thing to do! What a horrible thing to do! Thing to do!
OWL (SPOKEN): Uh, what’s a flashlight?
THE DUKE (SPOKEN): Fool! It’s the sun...on a stick
OWLS: Oh, no! Oh no, oh no
THE DUKE: Enough! I took the kitty by his throat and I squeezed him I tried to choke him till his brains came out his ears!
THE DUKE (SPOKEN): You know the usual
THE DUKE: But then, when my back is turned What four legged, flea-bitten louse comes sneaking through the window That has the nerve to bite me on the leg?
OWLS: Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
THE DUKE: Patou
OWLS: Gasp!
THE DUKE: Yes
OWLS: Death to Patou!
THE DUKE: Destroy the farm! Destroy the cat! The dog! Or do you want the chicken back?
OWLS: No! We hate the sun! The answer's no!
THE DUKE: And it'll make my leg feel so much better... If that rooster never crows! Tahahaha!
OWLS & (THE DUKE): We hate the sun, that much we know We hate the rooster, we'll never let him crow (Never let him crow!) We hate the sun, from head to toe (From head to toe!) We hate the rooster, we'll never let him crow Never let him crow!