Art,
Thank you for the cultural interlude with the song lyrics. It's played now and then on the local jazz radio station.
Sorry that the weather's so foul (fowl?) in the UK. The weather's gorgeous here in California so I've been out in the garage since early morning fabricating parts for a locomotive smokebox. The automatic lawn sprinkler just turned on, and as soon as it's finished I'll go out to trim the rose bushes. Maybe this afternoon I'll walk down to the neighborhood swimming pool for quick swim to cool off.
Left coast? Surely not as in "left out" or "left behind".
Steve
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One night McCormack was takin the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the henhouse somethin' stirred
When he shouted,"Who's There?", this is what he heard
There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
So calm yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us
We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin
There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
You're stompin' around, shakin' the ground, kickin' up an awful dust
We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin
(Bridge)
Tomorrow is a busy day, we've got things to do, we've got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
Takes a lot of sittin' gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay
(Repeat Bridge)
It's easy pickin', ain't nobody here but us chickens>
Art
