My old man's a cotton-picking finger-licking feather-flicking chicken plucker, whaddaya think about that? He wears a cotton-picking finger-licking feather-flicking chicken plucker's collar and he wears a cotton-picking finger-licking feather-flicking chicken plucker's hat, he wears a cotton-picking finger-licking feather-flicking chicken plucker's raincoat, he wears a cotton-picking finger-licking feather-flicking chicken plucker's shoes... and every Saturday evening he reads the Sunday news!