Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we’re ready to fry.
My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard
He’s a mean son’ bitch
Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we’re ready to fry.
I heard this awful noise coming from the woods
I heard chicken screams
Know it ain’t gonna be good
Well I think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken because I just heard him cry
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken but you can get another one for a dollar 79
In a couple of years his spurs have grown
He wasn’t safe to keep around the house
When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny’s son
And I was sitting at home making fig preserves
And I’d seen where that rooster kicked him in the eye
And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he deserved
So I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and Pete hit ‘em from the side
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken.
Sic ‘em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly
Sic ‘em on a chicken
Get that chicken
I can smell the kitchen and it’s almost supper time
