Cock-a-doodle-doo, it’s time for chicken,
Cock-a-doodle-doo, it’s time for a feast,
Eat a ninety-piece bucket then you can tell,
He’s been to Cluckin’ Bell!
Chicken is a bird with a tiny brain,
So we assume he doesn’t feel any pain.
We shrink their heads and we breed ’em fast;
Six wings, forty breasts and 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 Cluckin’ Bell!