Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens(eintonobadihiabattoasuchikinzu) 細野晴臣

- Lyricist:
Alex Kramer・Joan Whitney(orekkusukuramajonhoittoni)
- Composer:
Alex Kramer・Joan Whitney(arekkusukuramajoanhoittoni)
- Release Date:11-08-2017
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One Night farmer brown was takin the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the hen house , somebody stirred
" whos there ? This is what I heard
There aint nobody here but us chickens
There aint nobody here at all
So calm yourself and stop that fuss
There aint nobody here but us
We chickens tryin to sleep and you bust in
And hobble , hobble , hobble , hobble with your chin
There aint nobody here but us chickens
There aint nobody here at all
Youre stompin around shakin the ground
Youre kicking up a awful dust
We chickens tryin to sleep and you bust in
And hobble , hobble , hobble , hobble , its a sin
Tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do , we got eggs to lay
Worms to dig , ground to scratch ,
And it takes a lot of settin , gettin chicks to hatch
There aint nobody here but us chickens
There aint nobody here at all
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
There aint nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble , hobble , hobble off and hit the hay
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the hen house , somebody stirred
" whos there ? This is what I heard
There aint nobody here but us chickens
There aint nobody here at all
So calm yourself and stop that fuss
There aint nobody here but us
We chickens tryin to sleep and you bust in
And hobble , hobble , hobble , hobble with your chin
There aint nobody here but us chickens
There aint nobody here at all
Youre stompin around shakin the ground
Youre kicking up a awful dust
We chickens tryin to sleep and you bust in
And hobble , hobble , hobble , hobble , its a sin
Tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do , we got eggs to lay
Worms to dig , ground to scratch ,
And it takes a lot of settin , gettin chicks to hatch
There aint nobody here but us chickens
There aint nobody here at all
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
There aint nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble , hobble , hobble off and hit the hay