(Verse 1) Wake up slow, the sun’s in the sky, Chicken stretches with a big, deep sigh. Black fur gleaming in the morning glow, He’s got nowhere to be, he’s got nowhere to go. (Chorus) Oh, Chicken, living your best life, No worry, no trouble, no strife. Lounging in the sun, just taking it slow, The king of the couch, the ruler of the show. (Verse 2) Kibble in the bowl, a crunchy delight, He savors every bite, morning and night. Then back to the couch, where the sunbeam falls, A perfect spot by the windowed walls. (Chorus) Oh, Chicken, living your best life, No worry, no trouble, no strife. Lounging in the sun, just taking it slow, The king of the couch, the ruler of the show. (Bridge) In the afternoon, he shifts his place, Follows the sunbeam’s gentle embrace. Not a care in the world, just a nap or two, Chicken’s schedule’s simple, nothing to undo. (Verse 3) But when the moon’s high and the stars burn bright, Chicken’s on the move, prowling the night. Through moonlit streets, he prowls the fight, The king of the day becomes the knight of the night. (Chorus) Oh, Chicken, living your best life, No worry, no trouble, no strife. Lounging in the sun, just taking it slow, The king of the couch, the ruler of the show. (Outro) So here’s to Chicken, the fat black cat, He’s got it all, and he knows where it’s at. A life so simple, a world so bright, Chicken rests by day, and he rules by night.
