Cock a doodle doo it's time for chicken!
Cock a doodle doo it's time for a feast!
Eat a 90 piece bucket, you can tell
He's been to Cluckin' Bell!
The 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, 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!
Cluckin' Bell! If you enjoyed it,
the chicken didn't die in vain!