As the Moon starts to rise
Beneath clouded skies
You recognize the cries of a bird

When you chopped off its head
You assumed it was dead
Its feathers and flesh were charred and burned

In the smoke and the flames
Moaning with pain
From the ashes, the chicken head returns

You'll be running in fright
At the very sight
Of this phantom fowl in flight

You can hear the wind howling its name
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist

Look just ahead
Just a floating head
Swooping down upon you in the night

Listen to the wind howling its name
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist

Yes, it is I
I am the Poultrygeist
Only a head and I ain't got no body

I'm the Phantom of the Coop
I am dead, but no big whoop
All I'm wanting is to do some haunting

Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist
Poultrygeist, Poultrygeist