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!