Phil Harris Follow

One night farmer brown was takin' the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the hen house something stirred
When he shouted, "who's there?"
This is what he heard

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you bust in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your chin

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
You're stompin' around and shakin' the ground
You're Kicking up an ful dust
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you bust in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin

Tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
Worms to catch, ground to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
And kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay

(Orchestral interlude)

Tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
Worms to catch and ground to scratch
It takes a lot of settin', gettin' chicks to hatch

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
And kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay.