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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
What’s a man supposed to do when lawlessness abounds
When malcontented footpads are prowling all around?
Who you going to turn to as the victim of a crime?
Turn to the best of all; McCalliog and his hens. (his hens, his hens)
[Verse 2]
Now McCalliog is a poultry man who walks many a mile
And he also does some admin work for Devon C.I.D.
But admin work is wasted on a man who has the gift
Nail crooks in minutes with: McCalliog and his hens. (His hens)
[Break]
Hens lend a hand; hens know the land
Beaks to the ground; villains in the pound.
In his farmyard over yonder he’s got forty four informants
And through some kind of telepathy and guile: justice wins the day.
[Verse 3]
Now he hasn’t got an alias like Alias Smith and Jones
And he doesn’t wear a deerstalker – he’s no Sherlock Holmes
Who put away that madman who was re-arranging gnomes?
Who? McCalliog and his hens. (his hens)
[Break]
Hens ever keen, see how they glean.
Catching bandits and embezzlers through a haze of rum and vodka
With the wonderful assistance of his fowls;
McCalliog and his hens.(his hens)
[Coda]
McCalliog and his hens. (his hens)
McCalliog and his hens. (his hens)
McCalliog and his hens.
[Outro]
[Repeat to fade]