Once a week on Wednesdays
Round about high noon
The crowd falls deadly silent
As his presence fills the room
Is it out of reverence
Or is it out of fear
A rustling of feathers
As the Colonel draws near
He passes back and forth
In his Stately Southern Swagger
You can make out nervous clucking
As it certainly isn't laughter
Pointing out a few in the crowd
That's the last we'll see of you
Until you're deep fried battered
And set out on a platter
That's when Henrietta hen
Noticed the paper in his pocket
In her slickest ninja move
Grabbed it fast, don't dare drop it
His secret recipe
Who would ever have believed
What he'd planned to dust them in
The chickens have now got it
They gave it to Robbie Rooster
Because he's computer savvy
Down loaded the app for eBay
To see who would like to have it
From the Ukraine to Japan
The bids started pouring in
Popeye and some Church
Were in the battle to the end
The Colonel's misfortune paid that day
The chickens bought themselves an island
Skedaddling themselves far away
The coups now forever silent
Enjoying life drinking margaritas
Sticking it to the Man with golden tan
You can lick your fingers on that Sanders
As you'll never see them again...
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Once a week on Wednesdays
Round about high noon
The crowd falls deadly silent
As his presence fills the room
Is it out of reverence
Or is it out of fear
A rustling of feathers
As the Colonel draws near
He passes back and forth
In his Stately Southern Swagger
You can make out nervous clucking
As it certainly isn't laughter
Pointing out a few in the crowd
That's the last we'll see of you
Until you're deep fried battered
And set out on a platter
That's when Henrietta hen
Noticed the paper in his pocket
In her slickest ninja move
Grabbed it fast, don't dare drop it
His secret recipe
Who would ever have believed
What he'd planned to dust them in
The chickens have now got it
They gave it to Robbie Rooster
Because he's computer savvy
Down loaded the app for eBay
To see who would like to have it
From the Ukraine to Japan
The bids started pouring in
Popeye and some Church
Were in the battle to the end
The Colonel's misfortune paid that day
The chickens bought themselves an island
Skedaddling themselves far away
The coups now forever silent
Enjoying life drinking margaritas
Sticking it to the Man with golden tan
You can lick your fingers on that Sanders
As you'll never see them again...
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