"Cock-a-doodle-doo, it's time for chicken
Cock-a-doodle-doo, it's time for a feast
Eat a ninety-piece bucket, you can tell
He's been to Clucking Bell
The chicken is a bird with a tiny brain
So we assume he doesn't feel any pain
We shrink their heads and we breed them fast
Six wings, forty breasts, then they're gassed
Cock-a-doodle-doo, we're psychotic crazies
Cock-a-doodle-doo, factory farming's insane
We denied it all before our stock price fell
Come down to Clucking Bell"