Let me tell you the story of the biggest cock in the neighborhood A haram of hens appeared in his shadow wherever he stood Well he's a bad mother-clucker with a fiery feathered tail They call him freedom rooster & I'm gonna rhyme his tail with this tale When he was hatched & just a chick He was adopted by meth addicts And taken to the wrong side of Bradyville Pike There he was never allowed to roam A barbwire cage was considered his home They pumped him up full of steroids every night He never was allowed to crow nor sing only allowed to be thrown in the ring Where he would face other poultry as his foes That rooster, he was living rough Living in a meth lab in a cage so stuffed He only longed for a chance to spring & grow Those junkies didn't know what they were raising The only rooster ever worthy of praising You'll state in disbelief, this rooster was no chief He is the very symbol of justice & liberty Hey freedom rooster! Why don't you fly somewhere instead of being stuck in the Boro? Fly freedom rooster! Why don't you fly sometime & be somewhere else tomorrow? It wasn't long before the pigs caught wind That some white trash was slinging crystal sin And running cockfights in a whore house tweaking speed They busted in, demanding hands be raised And arrested everybody in that place And proceeded to search the entire property that tricky rooster had been waiting on Somebody to come & free him all along He knew his opportunity had come at last The cops popped open the first trunk they saw From where our rooster sprung with pointed claw And sprinted quicker than a cheetah with a wrench up his ass Those coppers didn't know that they were chasing The only rooster ever worthy of praising He springs ferociously with tiny chicken feet Those piggies couldn't snatch him off the Boro streets Hey freedom rooster! Why don't you fly somewhere instead of being stuck in the Boro? Fly freedom rooster! Why don't you fly sometime & be somewhere else tomorrow? "Now this right here you're about to hear is what we call chicken picking down yonder in Tennessee. But for this song, we're gonna call it rooster picking, because this song is about one of them dang ol' cockadoodle doers. So let's clap our hands, stomp those feet, & praise Merle Travis! We’re about to have a hoe down: Flummox style." It didn't take that rooster long To spin the life he had before this song He raised himself a poultry poly-colony family He has a few wives & a few dozen kids Living inside a white picket fence That circles the old foreclosed meth'd out facility He now patrols his neighborhood Making sure that everyone's doing what they should And if they're not, he's gonna come & peck out their eyes Those cops don't fuck with the cock no more They know their place & give him room to soar His jurisdiction is the only thing keeping the place nice That rooster didn't know how he's amazing He is the only rooster worthy of praising He's got his chicks to feed, And all his hens to seed He is the very symbol of the American dream Hey freedom rooster! Why don't you fly somewhere instead of being stuck in the Boro? Fly freedom rooster! Why don't you fly sometime & be somewhere else tomorrow? This has been the story of the biggest cock in the neighborhood Better have paid attention or you're gonna get your eyes pecked good Cause he's a bad mother-clucker with a fiery feathered tail His name is Freedom Rooster & this is the end of his tale