Ghost Chickens in the Sky

A chicken farmer went out, one dark and cloudy day.
By the coop he rested, as he went along his way.
All at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye;
It was the sight he feared the most – ghost chickens in the sky.

He’d been a chicken farmer since he was 24.
Working for the colonel for 30 years or more.
Killing all them chickens and sending them to fry.
Now they want him dead – ghost chickens in the sky.


Bwaak bwaak bwaak bwaak,
Bwaak, bwaak, bwaak bwaak bwaaaa-aak,
Ghost Chickens In the Sky.

Their beaks were black and shiney, their eyes were burning red.
They had no meat, no feathers, those chickens were DEAD.
They picked that farmer up, and he died by the claw,
They cooked him extra crispy and served him with coleslaw.