Lydia: 'Round evening time
The sun goes down
Three words are heard
Across the town.
From every person,
Saint or sinner
Comes the query:
Moose: What's for dinner?
[Lydia: Tonight we're having chicken!
Moose: Chicken?
Lydia: What's the matter? Are you chicken?
Pepper Ann: What the...?]
I don't care if I'm wrong or right,
But I could eat chicken every night.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again
C-H-I-C-K-E-N!
I love chicken!
[Pepper Ann: Why are there chickens dancing on our couch?]
Lydia: Eat it broiled,
Baked or boiled,
Battered up and fried in oil.
Moose: Or a wing
A la King
That'll make your chicken zing.
Lydia: From the grange
For a change.
Happy chickens
Raised free-range.
[Pepper Ann: Hmm. Why not?]
Oh, I don't care if I'm wrong or right,
But I could eat chicken every night.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again
C-H-I-C-K-E-N!
I love chicken!
[Lydia: Take a verse, Peppie!]
Pepper Ann: The drumstick makes my clock tick!
It's a finger-lickin' fun stick!
Lydia: Like it spicy?
Chopped and dicey?
Enchaladas to entice-y.
Moose: You can grate it!
Pepper Ann: Or suflet it!
Lydia: You can even fla-flambe it.
I don't care if I'm wrong or right,
But I could eat chicken every night.
I've said it before and I'll say it again
C-H-I-C-K-E-N!
Oh, I love chicken!