One night farmer Brown, Was takin' the airs, Locked up the barnyard With the greatest of care Down in the henhouse Somethin' 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 your 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, You're kickin' up an awful dust We chicken's tryin' to sleep And you butt in And hobble, hobble hobble hobble It's a sing
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 settin' Gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens There ain't nobody here at all So quiet yourself, And stop your fuss There ain't nobody here but us Kindly point that gun, The other way And hobble, hobble hobble of 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 settin' Gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens There ain't nobody here at all So quiet yourself, And stop your fuss There ain't nobody here but us Kindly point that gun, The other way And hobble, hobble hobble of and Hit the hay
SHOUTED: "Hey boss man What do ya say?"
It's easy pickens, Ain't nobody here but us chickens
Compositores: Joan Whitney (Walker Art), Alex C Kramer (Arthur Mike) ECAD: Obra #172239 Fonograma #1086973