"Cock-a-doodle-doo, it's time for chicken Cock-a-doodle-doo, it's time for a feast Eat a ninety-piece bucket, you can tell He's been to Clucking Bell
The chicken is a bird with a tiny brain So we assume he doesn't feel any pain We shrink their heads and we breed them fast Six wings, forty breasts, then they're gassed
Cock-a-doodle-doo, we're psychotic crazies Cock-a-doodle-doo, factory farming's insane We denied it all before our stock price fell Come down to Clucking Bell"