Colonel Lyrics & Chords By 99% Fat

It all began with a 65 year old gentleman
Who wanted to start a business
The man like chook and he like to cook
in his little nook
Way out in Kentucky
So how can this man rise above the clan
To create a billion dollar franchisee
The truth can be told, by the chickens that he sold
And the guts who craved his chickens fortnightly
Colonel, what's your secret,
with your beady little eyes
You leave us no disguise
Whoa!
You? re gonna buy my chicken!
Colonel, show us your recipe
with that smug look on your face
From my mind I can't erase
Whoa!
You? re gonna buy my chicken today
Well, Ronald was no match
? no chickens did he hatch
Just ugly, fatty, sloppy bits of cow
And the Hut and Hungry Jack,
well I'd rather eat a yak
Than have a piece of sloppy crap pass
though my bowel
So how can this man rise above the clan
To create a billion dollar franchisee
The truth can be told, by the chickens that he sold
And the guts who craved his chickens fortnightly