Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs - The Cockfight lyrics

Fowler's the name, Stew Fowler! I'm a rooster. Fightin's my racket co*k fightin' I came all the way from Texas across the burnin' sand To wet my feathers in the Rio Grande I've hobbled for miles through Mexico I've come to k** a big rooster called Rojo (Doin' it all for chicken feed) For a country red, Rojo's wild His fame is spread for many a mile The hens all cackle when Rojo's around But Stew Fowler's here to put Big Red down (I'll give them chickens somethin' to cackle about!) It's mid afternoon as I stand in the street Of this Spanish town called Los Leghorn's Retreat At the end of the row a cantina stands (Ain't nothin' but a chicken coop) It's plainly the haunt of an outlaw band The sign in the front reads El Grande de Nesto And it's there I know I'll find my foe, the fabled Rojo I can hear fowl language Comin' out of that honky tonk I strut down the street, the co*k of the walk I crow for Big Red to come out and talk Through the swingin' doors Of the Grande de Nesto His head erect And his tail feathers low, steps Rojo! (I can tell he's a really bad egg) His spurs are long and his eyes are green An uglier co*k I've never seen He learned to be tough while he's in the pen But I know his weakness.....hens and gin Then out of that honky tonk and up to Rojo's side Steps the prettiest little dance hall cackler in the West Roostie Nuster, the southern fried feather duster (Gosh she's pretty. I'd like to run my hands through that red comb of hers) Rojo comes at me in a long lanky run Some people gather round to watch the fun Bird to bird and beak to beak I face Rojo, and my heart gets weak I crow and strut and I jump about And then I take off and I run 'Cause I done chickened out!