Chicken Scratch
BUK-AAAAAAAAAAAWWKKKK!!!!
Claws for concern!! Claws to be alarmed!
Dear Great Chicken, if this is a dream, PLEASE let me wake up now!! I promise, I will swear off Bacardi Jell-O shooters FOREVER!!!
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
I’m pretty sure I was watching Matlock last night. Yeah, yeah - that’s the ticket. Matlock. A cluckin’ Matlock marathon. Too much Andy Griffith – ya gotta start hallucinatin’, right??
I gotta get to detox. I gotta join the celebrity bandwagon, and get off the wagon. If I had any feathers left, I’d hafta get plucked, to cleanse my sorry butt-aaawks!! This is worse than my last trip to Amsterdam!!
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
Mama Mia, if I don’t wake up RIGHT AWAY, I’m gonna drive to the nearest Colonel Sanders Chicken Ranch, and offer myself up to the program. THAT’LL wake me up, that’s for cluckin’ sure!!!!!!!!!
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O…..
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!
Snap out of it, man…this is just a bad Polish sausage dream sequence! You’re alright. You’re nestled in your cozy little bed, and Banjo Boy is off somewhere doing sumthin’ stupid. All is well in the world.
All is well in the world…
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!!
Cluck!! For now!! Wake up!!!!!
BUK-AAAAAAAAAAAWWKKKK!!!!
Claws for concern!! Claws to be alarmed!
Dear Great Chicken, if this is a dream, PLEASE let me wake up now!! I promise, I will swear off Bacardi Jell-O shooters FOREVER!!!
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
I’m pretty sure I was watching Matlock last night. Yeah, yeah - that’s the ticket. Matlock. A cluckin’ Matlock marathon. Too much Andy Griffith – ya gotta start hallucinatin’, right??
I gotta get to detox. I gotta join the celebrity bandwagon, and get off the wagon. If I had any feathers left, I’d hafta get plucked, to cleanse my sorry butt-aaawks!! This is worse than my last trip to Amsterdam!!
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
Mama Mia, if I don’t wake up RIGHT AWAY, I’m gonna drive to the nearest Colonel Sanders Chicken Ranch, and offer myself up to the program. THAT’LL wake me up, that’s for cluckin’ sure!!!!!!!!!
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O…..
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!
Snap out of it, man…this is just a bad Polish sausage dream sequence! You’re alright. You’re nestled in your cozy little bed, and Banjo Boy is off somewhere doing sumthin’ stupid. All is well in the world.
All is well in the world…
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!!
Cluck!! For now!! Wake up!!!!!
Who came first....?? The Chicken or _______!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhich also begs that other ages old question?
ReplyDeleteWhy did the Chicken cross the road?
Yeah, Charlies a real Peckerhead.
ReplyDeleteShould I be worried? Waa this a Birthday dream for Mr. That Dan Guy?
ReplyDeleteOkay Charlie, you and I need to talk, and Mr. That Dan Guy, I should have got you some "sessions" with a Doc for your birthday!
Hey, that last comment was from MRS that dan guy, not MR!
ReplyDeleteWhat would BB King say??
ReplyDeleteThis is what he would say??
One night farmer Brown was takin' the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the hen house something stirred
When he shouted, "Who's there?"
This is what he heard
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So calm yourself and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your chin
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
You're stompin' around and shakin' the ground
Kicking up an awful dust
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin
Tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch
Oh, there ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point the gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay
Tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch
Oh, there ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point the gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay
Hey, hey boss man, what do you say?
It's easy, pickin's, there ain't nobody here but us chickens
Lemme stress..this here was just a bad guacamole dream . Nobody came nuthin'!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteCleary to get the hell away from TDG...
ReplyDeleteOle Chicken Lips....
ReplyDeleteMTDG, I agree with Charlie (who signed in with my user name earlier in this string)- all just a bad dream!!
ReplyDeleteHey, did you get a copyright release signed for those lyrics???
ReplyDeleteThatDanyGuy; Charlie, is that your beak or are you just happy to see me?
ReplyDeleteCharlie:
Stuff it Banjo Boy and roll over!!!
Hey,this was CHARLIE'S nightmare, not MINE!!
ReplyDelete(so I have no clue of any exchanges, verbal or otherwise...)
Nightamre?!!? I though it was a dream? Lies and deceit amongst a Birthday?
ReplyDeleteDream, nightmare... I suppose it depends on your perspective.
ReplyDeleteAll I know is that Charlie is giving me a pretty wide berth these days...