Call It Chicken

They call it chicken, and what do I know?
Who’s to say it isn’t so?
Over on Madison Avenue
They call it chicken and it might be true

They call it chicken, it grows in a dish
Tweak it a little, you could call it fish
Try telling that to the man on the street
How all they’re growing is the chicken meat

CHORUS
They call it chicken but it’s not a bird
Tastes just like chicken, that’s what I heard
I’m not so sure it’s gonna fly
I’d be too chicken to give it a try

They call it chicken but it doesn’t cluck
It’s got no feathers that you need to pluck
It’s got no neck, it’s got no wings
No beak, no bones, none of those things

From chicken eggs it doesn’t hatch
It doesn’t peck, it doesn’t scratch
It doesn’t require a chicken coop
Or someone to clean out chicken poop

CHORUS
They call it chicken but it’s not a bird
Tastes just like chicken, that’s what I heard
But I can’t confirm and I can’t deny
I’d be too chicken to give it a try

They call it chicken, and it might be…
One day maybe it’ll grow on a tree
They’ll have to hire a chicken picking crew
Until they figure out how to replace them too

They call it chicken but the foxes hate it
The roosters, they’re just real frustrated
You can call it chicken, the law’s with you
But it doesn’t have sex like chickens do

CHORUS
They call it chicken but it’s not a bird
Tastes just like chicken, that’s what I heard
You can barbecue it on the 4th of July
But I’d be too chicken to give it a try