I'm a chicken hawk, and I'm gonna take you home. Come on, I ain't got all day.
[Chuckles, then pretends to be scared
Oh Mister Chicken Hawk, don't take me home to roast in no black oven. I'm scared of the dark!
Would you rather be fried on top of the stove?
I'm too tough, son. No white meat, just gristle. Feel my wing. I used to be young and tender once - Feel my wing like I toldya, boy! - but that was a long time ago. Now if you - I say, if you want something tender, nothing beats a...
Put 'em in a Box, Tie 'em with a Ribbon, and Throw 'em in the Deep Blue Sea
Music by Jule Styne See more