Hip Hop Chicken

Bob your beak to the beat Just bob your beak to the beat Come on, bob your beak to the beat Let's all bob our beaks to the beat What's up then I'm hanging in this chicken pen I'm a female chicken, so call me a hen Don't call me a chick (nah) That's a little baby A male is a rooster (yo, call me girl) (maybe) We all got wings, which make us look fly But chickens can't fly as hard as we try And what are these things on top of our domes They help us stay cool And we call them combs Our hearts beat four times faster than yours When we walk, we bob our heads back and forth When we talk, we cluck We cluckin' at you And the roosters in the morning go Cock-a-doo-dle-doo But the best thing about us? Look under my legs Us female chickens, we can lay eggs Eggs that you eat, others for hatching I'm a tiny new chick What's up man, what's crackin' Eggs can be white or brown or blue I lay one egg a day, this is a cow We eat bugs, seeds, veggies, and wheat Now bob your beak to the freaky fresh beat Bob your beak to the beat (come on) Just bob your beak to the beat (everybody now) Bob your beak to the beat (but-buk-buk) Bob your beaks to the beat