All my rowdy fowl have settled down
And it seems to me they don’t squawk all day long
Sit on a nest and hatch eggs is more their speed
Scratch up the yard for some bugs and chicken feed

I can still recall their wilder days
And how they got caught up in that “Falling Sky” craze
But they seem to have no time just to run around
But none of them want to get high off the ground
And all my rowdy fowl have settled down

And I think I know why my chickens went and crossed that fabled road
And Little Red Hen had a powerful yen for a loaf of fresh baked bread
And a chicken has no fingers like a buffalo has no wings
But none of them want to get high off the ground
And all my rowdy fowl have settled down

And the morning crow hurts more than it used to
And lucky for the other birds the coop is weasel proof
And the cock of the walk makes the rounds of his flock much slower than he used to do
And none of them want to get high off the ground
And all my rowdy fowl have settled down

Yeah, I think I know what Old Mac, he, meant when he sang about E-I-O
A chicken’s life in the carnival means playing Tic-Tac-Toe
And Foghorn is a TV star on the old Bugs Bunny show
But none of them want to get high off the ground
And all my rowdy fowl have settled down

Yeah, me and my rowdy fowl have rowdied on down