Cockle-doodle-doo, we’re a huge corporation Cockle-doodle-doo, and we can’t be stopped All of you protesters can go to hell It’s time for Clucking Bell
From the factory farmer to your plate A chicken’s life is a sorry state Pumped full of chemicals, what the hell
--(a chicken sings the next line)--
They even make my breasts swell!
Filled full of hormones so they get fat At least we no longer slip in a rat I love chicken with a shitty smell And that’s why I love Cluckin’ Bell
Man: Clucking Bell! Suffering never tasted so good!