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Well hey-hey
would you look at me
If I'm no rooster, you can't see.
I'm the cock who crows in each day
No more porcelain blue eggs I lay.
True my disguise was once just rubber
This Playtex crown and tail rudder
But with a blink from Jeannie's eye
I no longer fear Doughboy's fry.
My days of basement hiding done
Time to strut my stuff in the sun
To cruse the coop for my Red chick
By my feathers I know she'll stick.
But what's that I spy with my cocked eye?
A fine flock of feathers just flew by.
Could it be? That duster I see
The last temptation of Nurse C?
Oh I'm a bad, bad rooster Red
Allowing her feathers to turn my head
Please forgive this roaming rooster
I swear I'll not touch that duster!
Though this place could use a cleaning
After Doughboy's mad hash slinging.
But listen to what I'm saying!
Already my will in swaying!
Oh Dear Red, deliver me from this lust.
Please cease this desire to cluck in dust.
For I cannot resist her feather call
For I'm just a foul rooster after all.
Justin N. hand
over that remote!
You're loud mouth only and out of control
Letting us think Jinn made a wrong spell
It is just not true, the Lady can tell
All this time you were playing around
With your remote on holy 'Stute ground
I've seen the Jinn practise for quite a while
Scrubbing off rust and blinking with smile
She no longer makes silly mistakes
Unless too much chilli weiners she ate
But you my friend are Justin Credible
Starting to look like Justin Tolerable
So be a dear and hand Lady in Red
That remote control or you're Justin Bed
Or perhaps I should call Miss Behavin'
Who's lately, I've been told, into shaving
And while your head's soft as baby butts
I'll send in Nurse C. to drive you nuts
With feather dusters, two of a kind
To dust and tickle your silly mind
Doc Moose'd be delighted to poke your brain
He has red coloured pills to increase your pain
The rubber room may well be your next stop
You may enjoy some extra electro shock
Now if I'd give you this mystic banknote
Would you give Lady in Red the remote?
Justin N.? Justin N.? Where did you go?
Mwahaha I was
Justin Thyme
To hit mute and conceal my crime
Off to me brothers I am
With a 'Drew rooster to vistit the Clan!
Remote!
Remote! Where's the remote?
This Stute rooster's sole antidote.
For it weren't Jeannie's errant blink
But Justin's mote pushin' hoodwink
That gave rise to this poultry coat!
It is Justin Conceivable!
It is Justin Tolerable!
That they would play such a fowl game
That with remote they would take aim
Targeting me for their dinner table.
Perhaps it is retribution
For their last failed revolution
To keep Red in the tower high
To try and conquer the great I.
How fowl is now their solution.
Yet, I'll get even with their clan
For I've a diabolic plan!
Doughboy! Please cook up an omelet
Using eggs from the Pub basement
The ones with porcelain blue tan.
Send it to our Justin brothers
Just tell 'em it's from their mothers
They'll be drunk on gin from one bite
The remote mine without a fight
Then I'll have freedom from feathers.
OK boys and girls… let's get crackin'! T
his 100 proof
omelet isn't gonna' make
itself and I
don't feel like being poultry
with Turkey
Day right around the corner.
Doughboy! How
about a nice side of
hashbrowns to
go along with it?
Anybody seen
Fudd the Spud?
We need a side
dish for this meal.
Alright
people… let's move it here!
Say Red… did I
ever tell you I like the
way you
scramble. Cluck-cluck baby.
Hmmmm… Hey
Doc, you got any
special spices
in that wonder bag of yours?
Something to
provide that little extra kick…
say… botulism
or some such taste treat.
Why don't cha
give that to Nurse C to
sprinkle on
the top, she's good at dusting.
Hmmmmm...
check out that duster! Whoa...
hey now, focus
man! Focus! God I love
cooking! HA!…
Never thought you'd hear
a chicken say
that! Ha, ha, ha….
I ran into me
Uncle Neil just a minute ago
(a real
diamond he is!) and he reminded
me of this
song. Now the loon called it
"Song,
Song blue", but I got me hands
on the
original!!
Blue Eggs Blues
Blue eggs blue
Laid upon my pillow
Blue eggs blue
Omelette to follow
Do you think
The Clan will slink
Without a blink?
Get your feathers straight or you're again
No rooster but a hen
No rooster but a hen
Blue eggs blue
Uncle Justin loves them
Blue eggs blue
Better than opossum
Good Justin chew
A Bombay stew
From you Andrew
A Justin Ebriated's kinda treat
Covered with rooster meat
Juicy rooster meat…
Blue eggs blue
Rooster ragout
No crayon 'Drew
You better pay the prize and make it quick
Bring out the hot red chick
Blue eggs blue
Omelette by John Dough
Blue eggs blue
New 'Stute doe-nut schizo
Blue blue gin
The newest thing
For Clan Justin
Wrapped in omelette haute cuisine
For me and Aunt Justine
Blue eggs blue…..
Blue eggs blue….
Mwahahahahaha On me way cousins...on me way!
Bombay
fortified yokes
Turned fluffy blue
Denver style
A 100 proof plan of poison poultry poured out
And not one Justin capacitated
Their blood alcohol norm
One-fifty-one and counting.
With fowl Epicurean delight
A failed cooked goose
The downs all mine
And Justins sing songs of rooster stew
Cooked in Bombay blue
For all to chew.
Well,
Cluck
Cluck
Cluck
The clock has struck
High Noon
And it's no time to be chicken.
Crayon King's box of chocks
Knows no yellow.
If its Red they said
The color they wish to see
The crimson hue they'll view
In the eyes of a cock ready to fight.
Name your corral Justin
It's OK by me.
But don't expect good manners
Doc is with me for the holidays
And we both have a bad case of urps.
Doughboy's cookin' spares no burps.
So listen up
I'm callin' ya out
This cock-a-doodle-do is for you!
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PS. Really nice work on that ND song.
The omelette
of Bourbon I made for you,
But I've also got a present too,
Oh it's going to be hard not to gloat,
As I seem to have found the remote.
Let's see, which button shall I press first?
Ut oh, what was that burst? Of noise...
I've turned the Justins into little boys.
Ok, lets push button two.
Oh no this will not do.
Nurse Crachett has now become a feather duster,
Oh no, am I ever going to be buster,
Button 3, oh now we have Tex as Turkey,
Another push and Lady in Red becomes the cranberry sauce,
One last push before I give the remote a toss,
Button 5, has Jeannie, getting honey from the hive.
A few hrs later...
The Thanksgiving meal is prepared, with our
Turkey ala
Tex, our Potatoes ala Fudd,
our cranberry
sauce ala Lady in Red and our
rolls and
honey to which Jeannie was stung
and is now in
bed.
How'd that Doughboy
Fall asleep at the bar
Seems he's dreamin
of somethin' to far.
The grins and snarls
upon his lips
someone take care
of his gurgling slips.
Lady in Red,
Maybe we can ask
our jeanie for a wish
me to be taller
or you to switch?
Or just give me the ladder,
Lets add some wheels
Now I'm as tall as you,
Yet still nutty as squirl.
However yet,
There's much to do
Thank ya for the dance
I enjoyed it too.
I'd best leave,
I've much to tend,
100 head of cattle.
All of pretend.
I'll return
in a time
Bringing with me
home made whine.
Made from scratch
My own design
Red I hope
You had a good time.
Lady
in Red
Would you
believe that Justin N.
Wanted my rooster, instead got a hen!
No way he's getting my Andrew Scott
Abducting a King! It must be a plot!
I wonder what he'll say Justin N.
When he finds out his rooster's a hen
Now let me have a good look at you 'Drew
And see if you're still fit enough for a stew
You're feathers all wrinkled, your legs too slim
You better start taking some rooster gym
To fix this remote I need some advise
I better find Doc while you exercise
I've been pumpin' iron
Down at the Stute gym
One, two… One, two
Ripped from limb to limb!
Sippin' booster cocktails
Raw egg protein shake
Beside me Super Chicken
Is just Shake n' Bake
No longer a two piece meal
Set the table for eight
But not for rooster my dear
It's Justin on the plate
Cock-a-doodle-dooooo my Lady Red…
The Royal Rooster, The
Crayon King
of the East Wing is back
with a serious
can of woop-a**! (Or is
that spaghetti
sauce?) I'm a mean
motor-scooter and
a bad go-getter… the mean
don't mess
with me and the bad just
run away. I've
come here to cook Clan and
take names…
and I left my pad and
crayons in my
other straight jacket.
Sorry I've been gone so long… Been
working as an extra on that
flick Chicken
Run. But hey, I've been
working out down
at Feather Fitness… here…
just feel that
wing… and look at this leg!
Bet cha
haven't seen meat like that
this side of a
turkey! So where's the Clan
hindin'?
I've got some Justin's to
cook and a kettle
that's just-inchin' to be
brought to a boil.
Yo ho, yo ho… it's off to
the kitchen we go….
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