Willow Weep For Me - Original - Cab Calloway and His Orchestra

Chicken!

Nice fried chicken!

Barbecued chicken!

Won’t you send it down the line

Say!

Everyone’s talking 'bout chicken;

Chicken’s a popular word;

But anywhere you go, you’re bound to find

A chicken ain’t nothin' but a bird

Some people call it a fowl

That’s the story I heard

But let 'em call it this and let 'em call it that

A chicken ain’t nothin' but a bird

You can boil it, roast it, broil it

Cook it in a pan or a pot

Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes

But chicken’s still what you got, boy!

It was a dish for old Caesar

Also King Henry the Third

But Columbus was smart, said «You can’t fool me

A chicken ain’t nothin' but a bird.»

You can boil it, roast it, broil it

Cook it in a pan or a pot

Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes

Chicken’s still what you got, boy!

It was a dish for old Caesar

Also King Henry the Third

But Columbus was smart, said «You can’t fool me

A chicken ain’t nothin' but a bird.»