There is no taste like My Old Kentucky Fried
So crispy, so crunchy, my way
Big breasts of white and the legs and thighs just right
I keep licking my fingers all day

Saliva rolls from my tongue down on the floor
Night stars look like wings up above
Buy and buy comes dawn, and I'm knocking at their door
For that Old Kentucky Fried I love

Sell me more, dear lady,
Oh sell me more I plea!
Fifty miles I'd ride
For My Old Kentucky Fried
For My Old Kentucky Fried,
K-F-C

There's Burger King, and there's Arby's and there's Mac
No more than a block from my door
But, they don't fit...my taste buds for lovin' it
I've become a fast food connoisseur
As days go on, all the bones keep piling high
The landlord complains, it's a sight
But, I still crave more..chicken junky now, am I
For That Old Kentucky Fried I bite

Sell me more, dear lady,
Oh, sell me more, I plea!
Fifty miles I'd ride
For My Old Kentucky Fried,
For My Old Kentucky Fried,
K-F-C