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norman and jean mulloy · 05-30-2006, 09:21 PM

Patt Weaver had it on the wall of their trailer interiors shots. I've often said it but never knew the source.I've certainly never seen it written before.Anybody knowe who said it first?
jean

Rick · 05-30-2006, 10:17 PM

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Patt Weaver had it on the wall of their trailer interiors shots. I've often said it but never knew the source.I've certainly never seen it written before.Anybody knowe who said it first?
jean

Louis Jordan or BB King is my guess.

james kent · 05-31-2006, 07:08 AM

Got to go back a ways. Mabee Ma Kettle.

Suz · 05-31-2006, 07:16 AM

I vaguely recall seeing a scene in an old black and white comedy rerun when I was a kid. It showed someone hiding in a chicken coop and someone (responding to some commotion?) asking who was in there. What comes to mind is someone like the Three Stooges (Curly?) or little rascals or one of the Marx brothers, or maybe even Ma or Pa Kettle, as has been suggested, responded with: "No one in here but us chickens."

**Mary F** · 05-31-2006, 07:25 AM

Song Lyrics.

Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens
(A. Kramer/J. Whitney)

One night Farmer Brown was taken the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the henhouse somethin' stirred
When he shouted,"Who's There?", this is what he heard

There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
So calm yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us
We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin
There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
You're stompin' around, shakin' the ground, kickin' up an awful dust
We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin

(Bridge)
Tomorrow is a busy day, we've got things to do, we've got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
Takes a lot of sittin' gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay

(Repeat Bridge)

It's easy pickin', ain't nobody here but us chickens

**Mary F** · 05-31-2006, 07:26 AM

Or, another version from "Five Guys Named Moe" soundtrack:

There Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens

NO MOE:
OK folks here's a little story just for you
now one night Farmer brown was takin' the air
he locked up the farmyard with the greatest of care
but down in the hen-house something stirred
and when he shouted 'Whos there?"
this is what he heard

FOUR EYED MOE:
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
so quiet yourself and stop that fuss
there ain't nobody here but us
we chickens tryin' to sleep, and you butt in
and hobble hobble hobble hobble it's a sin

NO MOE:
Now Farmer brown lit his corn cobbed pipe
he looked down at his trusty dog
and he said, "Hey id the chickens said they alright
they are alright.
Let's head back to the shack Jack". But the dog wasn't
convinced, he said "Go back to the henhouse" gave a
little doggy knock and in his best chickenese said
"Is everything alright?"

FOUR EYED MOE:
I said there ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
you're stompin' around and checkin' around
and kickin' up an awful fuss
we chickens tryin' to sleep, and you butt in
and hobble hobble hobble hobble it's a sin

NO MOE:
"Ok, ok, ok," said the dog and he turned to leave
just then a very unchicken like sneeze came
from the henhouse "Achoo!"
Farmer Brown cocked his gun, he syas "I'm a comin' in,
you better open that door just a teeny weeny
bit so I can take a peek"

FOUR EYED MOE:
NO! Tomorrow is a busy day
we got things to do, we got eggs to lay,
ground to dig, we've got worms to scratch,
you know it takes a lot of sittin' gettin' chicks to hatch
besides - there aint nobody here but us chickens
there ain't nobody here at all
so stop that fuss and raisin' dust
hey there ain't nobody here but us
so kindly point that gun the other way
and hobble hobble hobble off and hit the hay.

NO MOE:
Okay, I guess you're right, I'm off
to sleep. Goddnight.
Hey Boss man, what d'ya think?

FOUR EYED MOE:
Easy pickin's, ain't nobody here but us chickens.

**Mary F** · 05-31-2006, 07:34 AM

And, perhaps in the "now you're sorry you asked" category:

Here's an obit for Alex Kramer...

Kramer, Alex (Charles). Songwriter, pianist, b Montreal 30 May 1903,
d Fairfield, Connecticut, 10 Feb 1998. He studied at the McGill Conservatory,
played piano in Montreal movie houses, and conducted orchestras on CFCF
and CKAC radio before moving in 1938 to New York. There he coached
singers and worked in vaudeville as a pianist and orchestra leader. Kramer
and his wife, Joan Whitney (d 1990) wrote approximately 125 songs, often
collaborating with Hy Zaret and others. Many of their songs were hits,
including 'High on a Windy Hill' (Gower 1940), 'It All Comes Back to Me Now'
(Gower 1940), 'My Sister and I' (Gower 1941), 'It's Love, Love, Love!'
(Joy 1943), 'Candy' (Leo Feist 1944), 'Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens'
(Pickwick 1947), 'Love Somebody' (Kramer-Whitney 1947), 'Far Away Places'
(Laurel 1948), and 'No Other Arms, No Other Lips' (Whitney-Kramer-Zaret
1952). Their English version of 'Comme ci, comme ça,' originally a popular
French song, was a hit in the late 1940s. Kramer also wrote the closing
theme for 'Your Hit Parade,' featured on radio 1935-59. Recordings of some
of their songs were made by Perry Como, Bing Crosby, Vic Damone, Jimmy
Dorsey, Tony Martin, Dinah Shore, Frank Sinatra, Margaret Whiting, and
others. "Far Away Places" was inducted into the Canadian Songwriters Hall
of Fame in 2005.

The couple formed the music publishing company Kramer-Whitney in 1947.
Kramer served on the board of ASCAP. He was associated with Bourne
Music, which bought the rights to many of his songs. Kramer moved to
Westport, Connecticut, around 1973.

Author Edward B. Moogk, Betty Nygaard King