A chicken farmer went out one cold and windy night
He had a bad feeling, something wasn't right
Suddenly a giant chicken shit him right in the eye
It was the sight he dreaded: ghost chickens in the sky.
The farmer had raised chickens since he was 24,
a-working for the Colonel for 30 years or more
Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry
Now it's payback time for ghost chickens in the sky.
Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes were burning red
They had no meat or feathers, these chickens were dead
They picked the farmer up, and he died by the claw
They cooked him extra crispy and ate him with coleslaw.
The moral of this story: Be careful who you eat
'cause there's no more painful death than to be rotissery
Please go have a burger, and pass the Colonel by
And maybe you'll survive |: ghost chickens in the sky :|