Ghost Chickens in the Sky

A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day.
He rested by the coup as he went along his way.
When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye.
It was the sight he dreaded...
Ghost chickens in the sky.

Bok, bok, bok, bok.
Bok, bok, bok, bok.
Ghost Chickens in the sky.



The farmer has raised chickens since he was twenty-four.
Working for the Colonel for thirty years or more.
Killin' all those chickens and sending them to fry.
Now they want revenge...
Ghost chickens in the sky.

Bok, bok, bok, bok.
Bok, bok, bok, bok.
Ghost chickens in the sky.

Their feet were black and shiny, their eyes were burning red.
They had not meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead.
They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw.
They cooked him extra crispy...
and served him with cole slaw.

Bok, bok, bok, bok.
Bok, bok, bok, bok.
Ghost chickens in the sky.