Little Red Fry-Up

Look out Here comes the mean old farmer with a chopper in his hand Watch out He's got the oil all ready in his frying pan Cut out, he's got a mind to catch you and he'll catch you if he can He's strutting but he's only concerned with eating He's strutting but he'd better not look behind him Could be that he's sussed that there'ssomething going on Maybe he's already seen the blade that's waiting for him Is he really ready to run while he's still got a head Look out Here comes death Watch out Here comes death Cut out while you can He got away He got away He's in a trap Please spare a thought for my children he pleaded (he pleaded) I may be old but I'm needed (he's needed) He's playing for time thought the farmer and for once he was right Look out Here comes a mean old farmer with a chopper in his hand Watch out He's got the oil all ready in his frying pan Cut out He's got a mind to catch you and he'll catch you if he can Look out, here comes death Watch out, here comes death Cut out, while you can He got away He got away He's in a trap Who'll wake you up in the morning, he reasoned But the thought of fried chicken was somehow too pleasing I'll leave you to guess what ensued while I go off and eat Little red fry-up whatever happened to you Little red fry-up whatever happened to you Little red fry-up whatever happened to you Little red fry-up whatever happened to you