I was born out back Behind the chicken shack I was raised in a cardboard box And before when I was single I used to hear the chicken jingle That's how I learned the chicken rock When I'm in the mood dude I get some nuggets and stuff And head on down to the fight I'm rolling in my wheelchair Zipping down the hill I'm screaming out 'Chicken' In the middle of the night Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so... When I first met my baby I was sipping chicken gravy And I thought I had to close up shop (Weee pang!) Now were wedding in a chapel Eating chicken, drinking Snapple Our chicken love you just can't stop When I'm done a working A sweating and a jerking, And the boss-man comes And tells me when... I'm going home to baby Got my chicken, got my gravy And we do the chicken dance again Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so... Do the popcorn chicken (Do the popcorn chicken) Do the K-F-C (Do the K-F-C) Do the buffalo wing (Do the buffalo wing) Do the pioneer (Do the pioneer) Can you dig it? We got the chicken! Cut it up, cut it up, cut it up We got some chicken guts in a chicken cup! I'm a chicken ma-chine! (repeat x4) Roscoe's-We got the chicken! Goldenbasket-We got the chicken! Popeye's-We got the chicken! Pappy Parker's-We got the chicken! Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so good Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Chicken makes me feel so...
Well, I'm heading down a southern trail I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly Stick my barrel in his eye Boomshacka boomshacka Hair chunks in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut What can you do with the drunken hillbilly Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket Chicken nuggets Laid out all over the grass Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast Last as long as you can my man Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got Blood guts fingers and toes Sittin' front row at the chicken show so . . . Who's going chicken huntin'? We's goin' chicken huntin'! Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
I like to ask my coworkers what music they listen to and the last dude I asked said he likes “chill alternative stuff” which tells me fucking nothing
To be fair describing my music taste or any band is hard I'm like what do they sound like um listen to them
The only thing I learned is everyone I work with listens to random Spotify playlists of top 40 hip hop
Any music with even slightly raspy vocals is referred to as "metal" by my coworkers. It bothers me way more than it should.
I fucking hate people I pull up in front of my house to park at the same time some lady does. It’s street parking big enough for 2 cars and she parks right in the middle of it when I’m still behind her. I try inching forward and give up because there’s not enough space, while she is STILL IN HER CAR. So I had to park super far because she decided to be a piece of shit.
Watching story bots with my 3 year old and one story bot legit gets drunk (even though the drink their pouring down his robot mouth is soda or something) and wakes up hungover