Rooster Rag

Here’s one line I remember
All the rest I forget
Something about stroking the rooster
Setting up a crooked bet
No concern of my own
What you do, do or don’t do
We got all this and heaven too
Tie me down and paint me blue
Don’t need a shot
Don’t need a rooster
Ladies of the jury, stroke my rooster
I don’t complain, it’s not my nature
Take my milkshake straight, no chaser
Rooster rag, rooster rag
End up doing that rooster rag
End up, end up, end up doing that rooster rag
Mose don’t you stroke that rooster
Step on back, step on back
It just serves to make him looser
Treat him right and he’ll cut you slack
Tubal-cain was the god of fire
He got doused, first goood rain
Crossed the sea in a Goodyear tyre
Wired up tight, feeling no pain
Kings of creation, in strict rotation
Stroking the rooster Saturday night
Flirting with loss of reputation
A paid vacation where dogs don’t bite
Rooster rag, rooster rag
End up doing that rooster rag
End up, end up, end up doing that rooster rag
No excuses, no regrets
Got back what I put out
Calling in all my crooked bets
'Cept them few that’s still in doubt
Leave this old world a better place
Paper chase, what a waste
A cut-off throw-switch just in case
You bite off more than a taste
Don’t need a shot
Don’t need a rooster
Ladies of the jury, stroke my rooster
I don’t complain, it’s not my nature
Take my milkshake straight, no chaser
Rooster rag, rooster rag
End up doing that rooster rag
End up, end up, end up doing that rooster rag
Rooster rag, rooster rag
End up doing that rooster rag
End up, end up, end up doing that rooster rag