Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Down in Colombia, on a night so hot,
A tale of chicken mayhem, I'll tell you the lot,
The night of the chicken massacre, in the savanna so wide,
No sleep for anyone, on that crazy chicken ride.

(Chorus)
It was the Night of the Chicken Massacre,
In the land where the heatwaves swell,
No sleep from the chicken screaming,
And a plucking party by the outhouse as well.

(Verse 2)
The night was steamy, the room hotter than the sun,
Sweatin' like a pig, couldn't get a wink of fun,
The ladies were outside, plucking feathers by the score,
Making it tough to go pee, like never before.

(Chorus)
It was the Night of the Chicken Massacre,
In the land where the heatwaves swell,
No sleep from the chicken screaming,
And a plucking party by the outhouse as well.

(Verse 3)
We loaded up them chickens, in a truck so grand,
Dust rising high as we hit that dirt road sand,
85 kilometers to town, no time to rest our feet,
But that lead truck blew a tire, danger we did meet.

(Chorus)
It was the Night of the Chicken Massacre,
In the land where the heatwaves swell,
No sleep from the chicken screaming,
And a plucking party by the outhouse as well.

(Verse 4)
We had only one spare, and the heat was on our tail,
The chickens in the back, their fate hung by a nail,
But we made it to town, the chickens safe and sound,
Delivered 'em to the market, all feathered and bound.

(Chorus)
It was the Night of the Chicken Massacre,
In the land where the heatwaves swell,
No sleep from the chicken screaming,
And a plucking party by the outhouse as well.

(Outro)
So, raise a glass to that Colombian night so wild,
Where the chicken caper unfolded, and the tales compiled,
In the land where the heatwaves swell,
The Night of the Chicken Massacre, a story we'll forever tell! Yeehaw!