Eat A Chicken (The Meat Song)

I wanna eat a chicken, eat a chicken, eat a little chicken, uh huh
I’m gonna eat a chicken, eat a chicken, eat Chicken Little, uh huh
I tell you what I do just for fun
I cut off their heads just to watch 'em run
Pluck their feathers one by one
Cook 'em in a pot until their done
Make chicken gravy, chicken stew
Southern fried, barbecue
Cluck cluck cluck, cock a doodle do
Terriocky
cordon blue

I wanna eat a cow, eat a cow, eat a cow and how right now
Gonna eat a cow, eat a cow, eat a cow and how right now
Yip, yip, yip, you can hear me shout
Round 'em up and head 'em out
Load 'em on to the cattle car
To the slaughter house in our back yard
Herd 'em through the shoot, hit 'em on the head
gonna punch those cows until they’re dead
Hang 'em from a hook, send 'em down the line
That’s what I call
A mighty fine time

I wanna eat a pig, eat a pig, eat a big fat pig
Gonna eat a pig, eat a pig, eat a big fat pig
Sooy, Sooy, sooy, let’s make a deal
I’ll prove to you my love is real
I’ll eat pig meat at every meal
You know how I love to hear you squeal
I’ll eat the Little Piggies, 1, 2, 3
Eat Pooh's Piglet, and Miss Piggy
Eat 'em up till I get sick
Make a little football
punt, pass, kick

I eat sheep meat, I eat sheep meat, cause I don’t give a darn
I eat sheep meat, I eat sheep meat, spin you a little yarn
I'll follow Mary to school one day
Snatch that cutie right away
It's kid stuff, it's child's play
You'd do the same, no matter what you say
It’s fleece is white, pure as snow
Gonna keep me warm when the cold wind blows
Cute as a bug’s ear, cute as a button
Sheep skin rug
mutton

I got special nets so I can catch creatures from the sea
I’m not sorry Charlie, its dolphin meat for me
Can a lobster swim in boiling water?
I’ll toss it in and see
I’m just a motor boater
On the look-out for manatee
I eat swordfish tails and pails of snails
So, stop your blubbering 'bout all them whales
I’m no wuss, I eat octopus
Stop your blubberin'

Venison, venison, I wanna make this perfectly clear
I shot Bamby's mother after drinking several beers
I’ll take it wild, I’ll take it tame
play the game with out shame
It’s the mystery of the rotisserie
The spit and the open flame
Oh, have I mentioned my feathered friends
You can bet your shotgun I'd eat them
Quack, quack, tweet, tweet
Gobble, gobble,
honk, honk
peep

I know you think I’m vulgar, I know you think I’m crude
You’ve got a problem Sweet cheeks, you’re not in love with your own food
A midst all the blood and all this gore
I’ve got to mention just one thing more
We'll meet some day in the butcher shop or in the line at the grocery store
We'll meet some day in the butcher shop or in the line at the grocery store
We’ll meet someday, you and me

I eat hot dogs, I eat 'em cold
That’s me standing at the side of the road
Scrapin' 'em up if their not too old
road kill
good as gold

Who put the grill in gorilla
the pan in the chimpanzee
Who put the dill in armadillo
You guessed it, it was me

come on over to my house you old goat
here kitty kitty