Take a walk down Chicken Road
Chick, chick, chick, chick Chicken Road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down Chicken Road

Say Hello to Farmer Johnson
Farmer Dave and Farmer Smoot
They all moved here from Wisconsin
To cash in on the chicken loot

Chicken cash is for the taking
Spend all you want, there’s always more
Anything you want with chicken
You’ll find it at the chicken store

There’s chicken pickles, chicken gum
Chicken juice and chicken candy
Chicken fruit and chicken pork chops
Chicken wine and chicken brandy
Everything is chicken there
There’s chicken shampoo for your hair
There’s chicken lipstick, chicken shoes
There’s chicken gossip and chicken news

In chicken temples and chicken churches
They pray in pews and up on perches
Upstairs in the gallery
The chicken choir sings harmony

Take a walk down chicken road
Chick-chic-chic-chic-a-chicken road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down chicken road
Take a walk down chicken
Take a walk down chicken
Take a walk down chicken, chicken road
Take a walk down chicken road
Chick-chic-chic-chic-a-chicken road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down chicken road

There’s chicken babies, chicken grown-ups
Chicken music, chicken doughnuts
Chicken windows, chicken doors
There’s chicken houses with chicken floors
There’s chicken doctors, chicken nurses
When things go wrong there’s chicken curses
There’s chicken noodles, chicken soups
There’s chickens playing guitars in groups
There’s chicken littles, chicken bigs
There’s chickens wearing feather wigs
There’s a chicken smile and a chicken grin
There’s a chicken takin’ it on the chin
There’s chickens rich and chickens poor
There’s a chicken who looks like Leslie Gore
There’s a chicken language, a chicken tongue
There’s an old spring chicken who’s already sprung
There’s chicken left and chicken right
There’s a tough young chicken who’s pickin a fight
There’s chicken desire and chicken delite
There’s chickens on ground and chickens in flight
There’s chickens dull and chickens bright
Whatever you want in a chicken, it’s there

And when you feel you’ve had your fill
Of all this chicken stuff
Just walk back out the way you came
Just say ‘I’ve had enough’

Take a walk down chicken road
Chick-chic-chic-chic-a-chicken road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down chicken road
Take a walk down chicken, chicken road
Take a walk down chicken road
Chick-chic-chic-chic-a-chicken road
Strut your stuff and lighten your load
Take a walk down chicken road

© 1991 Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved.
Used by permission. Mop Mop Music ASCAP