(Verse 1) There’s a boy in the living room, rod in his hand, Not a river or a lake, just a rug and a plan. With a catnip mouse dangling, swinging low and wide, He’s fishin’ for Chicken, with nowhere to hide. And there’s Chicken, the big black king of the house, Sittin’ like a panther, eyeing that mouse. He knows it’s a fake, but he’s drawn to the tease, Caught between his instincts and his love of ease. (Chorus) Oh, Chicken, oh Chicken, you know it ain’t real, But the twitch of that mouse is a hunter’s ideal. You can fight it, deny it, but your will’s gonna break, 'Cause that boy’s got you chasing what you know is fake. (Verse 2) The boy grins wide, with a flick of the pole, The mouse skitters quick, like it’s out of control. Chicken’s tail starts twitchin’, his pupils grow wide, But he sits like a statue, holding onto his pride. Then the boy gives a yank, makes the mouse jump high, Chicken leaps from the couch with a wild battle cry. He’s a shadow in motion, a predator’s grace, Till he belly-flops down, and the toy escapes. (Chorus) Oh, Chicken, oh Chicken, you know it ain’t real, But the thrill of the hunt is too sweet to conceal. You can fight it, deny it, but your will’s gonna break, 'Cause that boy’s got you chasing what you know is fake. (Bridge) It’s a showdown of wits, it’s a test of his skill, Can the boy outsmart the king of the hill? Chicken’s belly may be round, but his heart’s full of fight, And that mouse on the line keeps him up all night. (Verse 3) The boy reels it in, and Chicken prowls low, His massive frame stalking, moving steady and slow. With a pounce and a swipe, he claims his prize, But the boy casts again, and Chicken’s fooled twice. (Final Chorus) Oh, Chicken, oh Chicken, you know it ain’t real, But the game’s just too good, it’s got endless appeal. You can fight it, deny it, but your will’s gonna break, 'Cause that boy’s got you chasing what you know is fake. (Outro) So cast that line, boy, keep the show alive, With Chicken in the ring, the hunt will thrive. For the king of the house, there’s always a thrill, In this fishin’ game of love, they’re chasing the kill.
