LAME COCKS

This here 420 pound Tennersee feller named Orville was wearin’ a tore faded orange pair a over alls with barbeque sauce all over the front and he launched a empty bottle a Tennersee Jack Daniels at Toole Shedd and Phoole the Mule as they wuz exitin’ Newland Stadium so Pecker Osburn and Skeeter whipped out the ‘tater launcher and shot 32 Idaho best at the feller until he run toward the river.  Not to give up, the whole danged Bubba Ray Brigade lit their piney wood barge on fire and sent it down the river lookin’ like one a them Viking movies.  That panicked the whole danged Bawlin’ Tears Navy what high tailed it south toward that Chatternooger.

Now Ravishin’ Roderick, the Rhode Island Red Rooster is sharpen’ up his spurs to pluck that dadgum Lame Cock Chicken right on Dooley Field.    Them  Lame Cocks is gonna git whupped faster than Will Must Chomp can fill up a U-Haul.

The Lame Cocks is cocky
they wuz jest borned that way
They’ll be cracklin’ and crowin’
’cause they think they can play
Since they think they is chickens
and their feathers is fluffy
they’ll find that them Dawgs
can be awfully gruffy
Now Must Chomp will yell
and he’ll scream and he’ll sweat
but them Dawgs will jest score
and have nuthin’ to fret
So let’s fry up a bucket
a crisp KFC
Give them Dawgs 42
and Lame Cocks 23.