Fried Chicken Song

verse1

I walked into the kitchen with a dream in my heart, \nJust a lonely little paper bag, hunger on the chart. \nI opened up the lid and I gazed at the prize, \nGolden-brown armor right before my eyes.

chorus

It whispered to my soul with a crackle and a pop, \nA greasy little angel saying, "Baby, please don't stop. \nOh, fried chicken, you’re the king of the grease! \nA crunchy little miracle that brings me sweet peace!

verse2

I don’t need a salad, I don’t need a beet, \nJust a 12-piece bucket of an absolute defeat! \nFor my diet! (Oh, yeah!) I bit into a thigh, \nAnd it shattered like glass, sent a shockwave of flavor, oh my!

bridge

There's pepper in the skin, there's a burn on my tongue, \nI'm eating way too fast and my lungs have been sprung! \nA crumb flew across and it landed in my hair, \nDo I care? No, I do not care!

chorus

Some people find romance by the light of the moon, \nOr whisper sweet nothings with a silver spoon. \nBut my true love’s battered, dipped in the hot oil, \nThe finest piece of poultry, baby, that’s my royal.

outro

It doesn't talk back, it just crunches and drips, \nLeaving orange fingerprints all over my lips! \nSo bury me deep in a skillet of lard, \nWith a drumstick in my hand, livin’ bold and hard!

finale

Let the mourners all weep as the gravy is poured, \nI’m a deep-fried warrior meeting my Lord! \nCRUNCH! CRUNCH! HAAAAA-LE-LU-JAH! \n(Drop the drumstick. Fade out on a heavy belch.)