Walking in the barnyard, late last night
I saw a something strange in the pale moonlight
At that moment, I knew I wasn't alone
I turned around to run back home

I heard a shrill squawk and then I looked back
A feathery bird gave my a lips a smack
It wasn't a kiss, it was more like a peck
But I'd never expect what would happen next

I was a teenage were-chicken
The changes happened so soon
Cursed with a freakish affliction
That doomed me to cluck at the Moon

Cluck at the Moon
Cluck at the Moon

Now, when my stomach is empty and the Moon is full
I gotta do all I can just to keep my cool
'Cause I'm sprouting a beak every fourth week
People shriek at the sight of my poultry physique

Lock me up, please, I can't be free range
'Cause I go in a trance and mutilate grains
I got scaley legs, might lay some eggs too
Then hop up on the roof and shout cock-a-doodle-doo

I was a teenage were-chicken
The changes happened so soon
Cursed with a freakish affliction
That doomed me to cluck at the Moon

Cluck at the Moon
Cluck at the Moon