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