Got a chicken in the farm on a drinking spree
Gin-soaked feathers, blood like whiskey
She pecks my hand, she tells her gang:
- This is no place for a man to be
If I don't kill her, she'll be the end of me
Tipsy Chicken, OHhhh yEAhhhh!
Got a chicken in the oven still dancing free
Spicy and crispy like in mama's recipe
Close to the end she shouts:
- Hey, friend, it's too hot for me to breath
If you save me now
I'll make sure I quit drinking.
So I opened the oven's door
For her to grab my bottle of Moonshine
And smash it on my head
'Till I fell dead on the floor
Tipsy Chicken, OHhhh yEAhhhh!