Well I used to be the co*k of the walk
You can ask anybody you meet
I been led around listening to your squawk
You don't want me out on the streets
Well my feathers may be a little dusty
But I ain't forgotten how to crow
There's a jumping little juke joint down the street
That's where I'm a gonna go
So don't start ruffling up your feathers
Don't start singing me no blues
We sure ain't a going to go together
Ain't got a thing I can lose
Well I'm tired of going to bed with the chickens
I'm going to crow till the break of day
Don't you start into picking
Cause I ain't a pretty chicken
Just gotta lotta henhouse ways
I got scratch feed in my pockets
I got spurs upon my feet
I ain't planning on running into trouble
But I'm a sharpening up my beak
Tired of listening to your cackling
And I'm letting you in on the scoop
I'm a different rooster from the one your used to
And I'm just about to fly the coop
So don't start ruffling up your feathers…