
Ghost Chickens in the Sky (Original Song by SwedishPish)
Original song: https://suno.com/s/lMYaYsbMaMKN1H0g =================================== [Instrumental Intro: Bass Heavy] Oh [Verse] A crusty chicken farmer awoke one grim and gusty night. Found feathers in his coffee cup knew something wasn't right. He grabbed his coat and pitchfork, muttered, "What the cluck?" Then sauntered outside to see his coop had run amok The barnyard was a madhouse, poultry floating by It was a haunted hen eggpocalypse Ghost Chickens in the sky! [Chorus] Bok bawk bok, cluck cluck cluck! Ghost Chickens run amok! Spectral poultry squawkin’ loud, their eerie beaks held high No farmer can escape ghost chickens in the sky! [Verse 2] Their feathers shimmered crimson, their beaks were made of chrome One chicken wore a pirate hat and squawked "To our new ethereal abode!" They floated through the cornfields, with clucks both sharp and strange. It was a poultry poltergeist parade that no farmhand could dissuade! The farmer hollered, "Why me?!" while dodging rotten eggs One hallowed hen screamed out, "Get his nuggets!" while kicking at his legs His pitchfork couldn’t save him, they pecked away his pride Soon he'd be a menu item "Farm-fresh farmer, fried!" [Chorus] Bok bawk bok, cluck cluck cluck! Ghost chickens run amok! Spectral poultry squawkin’ loud, their eerie wings held high No farmer can escape ghost chickens in the sky! [Verse 3] He dove in his truck and Googled, "How to stop a chicken ghost?" Got redirected to a site that sold ectoplasm covered toast The algorithm failed him, those cluckers closed the gap They sang in eerie harmony, "This farmer's bout to nap!" [Call-and-reply] "Alexa, call for backup!" "Sorry, I don't respond to poultry-related crimes. Here's a chicken recipe." [Spoken: Hopeless] "I'm doomed." [Bass Drop] [Verse 4] One chicken spun in circles, like a feathered ballerina Another played banjo, Ghoststock in the arena The rooster did the two-step, feathers all aflare He moonwalked past the farmer while floating in mid-air "That does it!" Cried the farmer, "Guess I've GOT to sing along!" Sometimes you gotta wing it when you're living in a song! [Final Chorus] Bok bawk bok, cluck cluck! Ghost chickens run amok! Spectral poultry squawkin’ loud, their eerie wings held high No farmer can escape ghost chickens in the sky! [Final Verse] The farmer shrugged and floated up, "Well, this ain’t so bad, Guess haunting with the chickens is the best job I’ve had!" He flapped his ghostly arms and clucked with eerie pride, "Time to bond with ghost chickens... guess I’m on their side!" [Outro: Fade Out] Oh Ghooooooost CHICKENS Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin Theeeeee SKYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

