Chords (Alternate Version)
In these inflationary times, some folks got lots of bread,
But we’re still paying through the nose just to keep our family fed.
We tried to change our diet and get something cheaper to eat,
We’re eating lots more chicken now, and a whole lot less red meat.
It’s chicken, chicken, put ‘em in a pot,
Cook ‘em up most any way, tell you what you got – (What?!)
Chicken in a pot.
When you go to the butcher just to get yourself that bird,
Make sure you get the whole thing, ‘cause you can use it all, I’ve heard,
You can cook the eggs and gnaw the bones and eat up all of that meat,
Stuff a pillow with the feathers and make a soup out of the feet.
Well, eating all these chickens, I’m sure that it’s a sin,
It seems their lives have just begun before we do them in,
I’ve been doing a little calculating, and I’ll tell to you right now,
It takes five hundred twenty three chickens just to make up one old cow.
Well, I’ve had them fried, broiled, braised, curried, baked, and creamed,
Cordon bleued and barbecued, I can see them in my dreams,
Croquette, cutlet, almondine, paprikash and fricassee,
It’s time to switch to tofu -- and set your chickens free.