Yeah old cooter jumped up from a bad dream
On the dawn of the day of the dead
And when a plan split his brain like a light beam
Made a suit outta chicken bone heads
And then he clucked and he crowed down to Main Street
While the flock fell into his trance
And as the news crew caught it for the Tv
The hens sang while the Chickenman danced

They said the chickens are troubled
The poop's aimed at the fan
We're tired of livin' on bubbles
We're sick of trickle-down plans
We're tired of peckin' for a penny
And no corn in the stew
We're sick of bad for the many
And bein' great for a few

Life in the coop is gettin' real tough
The tractor's runnin' but the wheel's stuck
We're out here lookin' for the real stuff
Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars

And so the Chickenman rooster in the courthouse
Bad eggs went walkin' round armed
But when yardbirds landed down at Fort Knox
It tripped several federal alarms
So the congressmen staggered into action
Made a law for the troops to respond
But all the seals whipped out telecasters
And cut down on the Chickenman song

They said the chickens are troubled
The poop's aimed at the fan
We're tired of livin' on bubbles
We're sick of trickle-down plans
We're tired of peckin' for a penny
And no corn in the stew
We're sick of bad for the many
And bein' great for a few

Life in the coop is gettin' real tough
The tractor's runnin' but the wheel's stuck
We're out here lookin' for the real stuff
Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars

Yeah!

Life in the coop is gettin' real tough
The tractor's runnin' but the wheel's stuck
We're out here lookin' for the real stuff
Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars
guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need... guns, and gold, and guitars