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