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.

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