Early in the morning, Ďfore the crack of dawn I heard him sneaking in Heíd been here at sundown, but didnít stay long Cause I can smell the sin Later that next evening, again I found him gone With our money tin So I played a little game of Sherlock Holmes To find out where heíd been
CHORUS: Lord have mercy what am I to do? Smack dab in the middle of town Cross the road about a mile or two I found my rooster making hay With the ladies, painted ladies Of the local chicken coop
Later that night, I hatched myself a plan The idea made me grin To beat him at his own game, Iíd have to play dirty If I was gonna win To the coop right on time, imagine his surprise As he walked on in There I sat, feathers -n- paint, a lady of the coop With a sip aí gin I said quit your cheatiní, ainít no need you see Never ever again Iíll be what you need daytime, nighttime Two women under just one skin
BRIDGE: If that cock-a-doodle-doo does fly To another chicken of the night Well you can bet Iíll give him a peck Right square in the eye And when I get my wings on him Iíll ring his neck alright - real tight And no matter how loud he cries Heís gonna rest in peace right next to some greasy fries
I have 2 words for ya: Pot Pie, Fried Steak, Noodle Soup. Am I making myself clear? Donít you give me none of your cock-a-doodle-doo! You do this to me again and Iíll cocka doodle your do. Donít make me cross the road and come get you, cause you know I willÖ.