I don't even know all the words. But the one line is quite fitting since I only have hens. And they seem to get a kick out of it. They are well trained and know they only get an hour of garden time each day. That's all my poor little garden can handle of their earth mover feet anyway.
You want embarrassing. I'll give you embarrassing.
My few hens live in a predator proof run all day long and when I get home from work, I let them out into my garden to run around and do some damage. When it's time to go back into the safety of their run, I sing All The Single Ladies and...
HEY!!! Both feet on the ground at all times. My backyard is a strict "no fly zone!" And I'm not in the mood to go fetch one of you from the neighbor's yard today.
"Do NOT use that fowl language with me Missy. I don't care if your minions call you the queen!"
"My flower pots are not your salad bar. Go forage out in the garden and leave my pots alone!"
And when it's time to get them all back into their run, I call "ALL THE SINGLE LADIES!!! I NEED ALL...