Lyrics:

Look out, he's a mean old farmer with a chopper in his hand
Watch out, he got the fat all ready in his frying pan
Cut out, he 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's something 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
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 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?
Little red fry-up whatever happened to you?