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The Course - Hits Zone: Summer 97 - Ain't Nobody
Hits Zone: Summer 97
Disc 1
01. MMMBop
02. Picture of You
03. All About Us
04. Everybody
05. Rock Me Good
06. Ecuador
07. Freed From Desire
08. Free
09. Something's Going On
10. Get Up! Go Insane!
11. Discohopping
12. I Love You... Stop!
13. I Have Peace
14. Bellisima
15. Magic Carpet Ride
16. Ain't Nobody
17. Smokin' Me Out
18. I'll Be
19. Love Is All We Need
20. Wonderful Tonight
21. I Believe I Can Fly
Disc 2
01. If I Never See You Again
02. Staring at the Sun
03. Halo
04. Waltzing Along
05. Guiding Star
06. How High
07. Come Back Brighter
08. Lovefool
09. Toxygene
10. The Saint
11. Air We Breathe
12. Brazen (Weep)
13. Susan's House
14. Star
15. What Do You Want From Me?
16. Staying Out for the Summer
17. Good Intentions
18. Not Where It's At
19. Elegantly Wasted
One night Farmer Brown was taking the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Into the henhouse something stirred
When he hollered "Who's there?"
This is what he heard

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
Ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Hey, kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay

'Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickens
Ain't nobody here at all
You stompin' around, and shakin' the ground
You're kickin' up an awful dust
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your chin

'Cause tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
Ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
Nobody at all
So quiet yourself, stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
And kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till you hit the hay

Well tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
Ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatchAin't nobody here but us roosters
Ain't nobody at all
So quiet yourself and stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
And kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.

Hey boss man, now what you say?
It's easy-pickin's
Ain't nobody here but us chickens.