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Lyrics
Song by Every Ape and His Brother
Set to the tune of Heathens by Twenty-One Pilots
Chorus
All my ducks are pekins cook them slow!
Let the dill sauce o'er their bodies flow!
First make sure, none of them are alive;
Set that oven up to 355!
[Repeat chorus]
First verse
Welcome to the shed of pekins;
Quacking loud, they must be culled away;
It's harvest day!
Just because they flap and run toward the door;
Doesn't mean their fates should change; from cleaver blades!
You'll need a good chop log not too far from you;
You'll want a plastic bucket; also that is true!
Or else, they'll spray all over; stain the clothes of you!
But once they lose their heads; please don't forget..
[Repeat chorus]
Second verse
They put up quite a struggle; they do it well;
Their pen, from time to time, takes on a rotten smell.
Yeah, they have clawed webbed feet; not to mention;
They shiver at the sense of your intentions.
They're gonna taste like very buttery chicken-beef.
Go great with some mashed potatoes underneath.
You'll think "how'd I forget to buy parsely leaves?"
Tasty as it gets; just don't forget...
Bridge
(All my ducks are pekins; cook them slow!)
(Chop!)
(Let that dill sauce o'er their bodies flow!)
(Chop!)
[Repeat chorus]
Second chorus
All my ducks are pekins cook them slow!
(Chop!)
Let that dill sauce o'er their bodies flow!
(Chop!)
All my ducks are pekins cook them slow!
(Chop!)
Let that dill sauce o'er their bodies flow!
Third verse
No bucket? Well, look how far they've sprayed!
It's best I warn you, it might stain that way!
The feather water's a boiling must!
And they'll taste splendid to all of us!
Lyrics © 2017 Dozerfleet Records.
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