Gotta feed those babies; they're starting to bite,
Gotta grab some raptor-food delight.
An auto hits a hen, veering to the right.
It's sitting in the middle of the road in sight.
Everything is potential cuisine right there where it lays,
But he might have to fight with ravens
For this roadkill buffet.

Scavenger in flight. Raptor-food delight, raptor-food delight.

Thinkin' of it's working up his appetite,
Lookin' forward to spittle-caked raptor-food delight.
But the pavement feels so hot, his feathers might ignite,
But the thought of rigor-mortised poultry's so exciting.

Scavenger in flight. Raptor-food delight, raptor-food delight.

There's no time for mourning or to be polite
When your dish is on the pavement
And it's stuck on real tight.
And you've got those babies waiting,
And they salivate for nibbling
A little raptor-food delight.

Scavenger in flight. Raptor-food delight, raptor-food delight.

He takes off and flies and banks and starts to come around,
But a redneck with a shotgun fires and brings him down.

Fires shotgun just right; can't wait for a bite.
Raptor-food delight, raptor-food delight.