(tempo increases with each stanza) C G F C Well a pheasant is a bird, and they need to be plucked F C G C After being slaughtered, and before they're put on trucks F And you probably don't think much of me G Just a lonely pheasant plucker at the pheasant factory C G F C But my life as a mother pheasant plucker is pleasant F C G C Just listening to music as I pluck mother pheasants F I'm a pleasant pheasant plucker and nobody's ever heard G A pleasant mother pheasant plucker like me say the F-word C G F C And I come from a mother pheasant plucking family F C G C From the mother pheasant plucking plantation in Italy F And the days were hard, and the nights were long G So to keep their spirits high they sang this song: C G F C They sang our life as a mother pheasant plucker is pleasant F C G C Just listening to music as I pluck mother pheasants F I'm a pleasant pheasant plucker and nobody's ever heard G A pleasant mother pheasant plucker like me say the F-word C G F C And my mother was a mother pheasant plucker as well F C G C And she loved to pluck the mother pheasants yes I could tell F And she sang this song as she plucked all day long G She never ever ever got the lyrics wrong C G F C She sang my life as a mother pheasant plucker is pleasant F C G C Just listening to music as I pluck mother pheasants F I'm a pleasant pheasant plucker and nobody's ever heard G A pleasant mother pheasant plucker like me say the F-word C G F C Because my life as a mother pheasant plucker is pleasant F C G C Just listening to music as I pluck mother pheasants F I'm a pleasant pheasant plucker and nobody's ever heard G A pleasant mother pheasant plucker like me say the F-word (repeat last stanza until you can't sing any faster)