An honest farmer once had an a**
That had been a faithful servant
To him many years
But now it was growing old
And every day more
Was unfit to work
Therefore his master thought
He'd put him down
It was an ugly thought
That he'd put him down
But the a** knew what was up
He'd seen that look before
And went so slyly off
His journey to the city
Would begin
Where he thought
I may turn musician
On his way he found a troubled dog
Troubled cause his master
Tried to knock him on the head
Alas, said the a**
Let's begin
Where in the city
We'll turn musician
Don't be a chicken
Turn Musician
Don't be a cow
Rock now
Don't be a chicken
Turn Musician
Don't be a cow
Rock now
Don't be a chicken
Turn Musician