Текст песни Chicken - StoryBots

Bob your beak to the beat
Just bob your beak to the beat
Come on, bob your beak to the beat
Let's all bob our beaks to the beat

What's up then
I'm hanging in this chicken pen
I'm a female chicken, so call me a hen
Don't call me a chick (nah)
That's a little baby
A male is a rooster (yo, call me girl) (maybe)
We all got wings, which make us look fly
But chickens can't fly as hard as we try

And what are these things on top of our domes
They help us stay cool
And we call them combs
Our hearts beat four times faster than yours
When we walk, we bob our heads back and forth
When we talk, we cluck

We cluckin' at you
And the roosters in the morning go
Cock-a-doo-dle-doo
But the best thing about us?
Look under my legs
Us female chickens, we can lay eggs
Eggs that you eat, others for hatching

I'm a tiny new chick
What's up man, what's crackin'
Eggs can be white or brown or blue
I lay one egg a day, this is a cow
We eat bugs, seeds, veggies, and wheat
Now bob your beak to the freaky fresh beat

Bob your beak to the beat (come on)
Just bob your beak to the beat (everybody now)
Bob your beak to the beat (but-buk-buk)
Bob your beaks to the beat