You chicken
Now this old man was a sick'un
He had a dozen hen ripe for the pickin'
He'd chase 'em around
With his trousers pulled down
And he'd say: "whatsa matter? You chicken?"
Now this old man was a sick'un
He had a dozen hen ripe for the pickin'
He'd chase 'em around
With his trousers pulled down
And he'd say: "whatsa matter? You chicken?"