When a Man Loves a Chicken - Bob Rivers

When a man loves a chicken

He can’t keep his mind on nothin' else

He stay in the barn for the good thing he’s found

If he is henpecked he can’t see it;

she can’t do no wrong

Road Island Red is his best friend, he can’t put her down

When a man wants a chicken, spends his very last dime

Buying her fresh corn down at the grain and feed

He’ll build a nest for her comfort, and sleep out in the coop

If she said that’s the way it’s got to be

Well, this man loves his chicken

She lays him all the eggs she has

Tell the farmer there’s nothin' going on

Believe me, she’s cluckin' just 'cause she’s mine

When a man loves a chicken, people think that it is wrong

He shouldn’t stick his beak in where it don’t belong

Yes, when a man loves a chicken I know exactly how he feels

Hey baby, baby, baby I’m your cock-a-doodle-doo

When a man loves a chicken

I know exactly how he feels

He’ll shack up in the hen house with the good thing he’s found

When a man loves a chicken

People think that he’s insane

But all he can do is wing it for the one he loves

Yes, this man loves a chicken

Oh, I know it can’t do me no harm