The Chicken Song (with Dennis Vent)

My baby tracked me down, and she caught me in the kitchen
I was cooking up some home fries she was looking really bitchin’
She was feeling kind of sexy wanting something finger lickin’
And I said “shake n bake or fried?”

I taste like chicken
I taste like chicken

Landlady came around smelling like whiskey
She was looking for the rent money but I didn’t have it with me
She said “I’m kinda hungry do you have something tasty?”
I said “try my original recipe”

I taste like chicken
I taste like chicken
I taste like chicken
I taste like chicken

Honey roasted, extra crispy
Side of cole slaw extra drippy
Colonel Sanders on his knees
Begging baby, “eat me please”

She was sucking on a stogie and a pouring down tequila
She said “I’m kinda lonely and I sure am glad to meet ya”
She said, “I may not look like Barbie and a piece or two is missing”
“But I don’t taste like plastic … ”

I taste like chicken
I taste like chicken
I taste like chicken
I taste like chicken

(cluck like a chicken)