Rickey The Christmas Roaster
writer/artist (acoustic/electric/eclectic)
Lyrics
My wattle is shakin from side to side, As I peck around the pen
Yeah, them ladies are mine, Um Hmph, There's lot's of them
Christmas time makes me nervous, Cause there's people that don't like meat
I partial to the vegans, They'd probably just share our feed
I'm not Rickey the Christmas Roaster
Though I know you'd like to season me
Pork, Steak, Turkey
Is the meal fit for a king
I don't wanna be a Capon
That don't sound festive to me
I'm not Rickey the Christmas Roaster
I'm just plain Rickey
Sometime I crow to the cows, Some-a-yall call them beef
They moo at the slobs, More pork is what people need
Them gobblers get hit real hard, November of every year
They're no good to conversate with, But good eatin I hear
I'm not Rickey the Christmas Roaster
Though I know you'd like to season me
Pork, Steak, Turkey
Is the meal fit for a king
I don't wanna be a Capon
That don't sound festive to me
I'm not Rickey the Christmas Roaster
I'm just plain Rickey
All I really want
Is a simple peaceful life
Help make ya tasty eggs
And spend time with my wives
I'm not Rickey the Christmas Roaster
Though I know you'd like to season me
Pork, Steak, Turkey
Is the meal fit for a king
I don't wanna be a Capon
That don't sound festive to me
I'm not Rickey the Christmas Roaster
I'm just plain Rickey
I'm not Rickey the Christmas Roaster
I'm just plain Rickey
Copr. 2010 John Lobello
