Ain't Nobody Here but Us Chickens Songtext
von New York Voices

There′s nobody loose, not a turkey or a goose,
No sheep, no ducks, no cows, no pigs,
Only two little roosters and a couple of chicks.

One night the farmer was takin' some air.
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care.
Down in the henhouse somethin′ stirred.
When he shouted, "Who's there?" This is what he heard:

There ain't nobody here but us chickens, (nobody)
There ain′t nobody here at all. (nobody at all)
So quiet yourself, (hush) and stop that fuss, (fuss)
There ain′t nobody here but us. (only 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,
And kickin′ up an awful fuss.
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.
We got ground to dig and worms to scrach.
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.
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay!

Ev′rybody out of the barn,
Where no farmer's gonna do you no harm, let′s go!
Ev'rybody out of the shed,
Where the farmer's goin′ outta his head,
You gotta go, you gotta run, gotta go, run, go.
The man is lookin′ for a meal.

Little chicken, farmer's runnin′ at you with a gun in his hand.
Finger lickin', you could be lookin′ at a meetin' with a fryin′ pan.
With a side of mashed potatoes and a goblet of wine,
You'd be scrumptious and tasty and sweet,
You're lookin′ good enough to eat!


Hey farmer! Find another critter for your holiday dish.
Look farmer! Why don′t you try a little bacon or a bucket of fish.
We ain't layin′ no eggs with that gun in our face,
So take your rifle and shuffle on outta this place, get lost!
Leave us chicks alone.

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

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

There's nobody loose, not a turkey or a goose,
No sheep, no ducks, no cows, no pigs,
So get back farmer, we′re just a couple of chicks!