I’m heading down through Millville
To my job
I’m driving past the gas station on Route 47
You don’t know what kind of work I do
I’m in the kitchen, it’s a typical Friday night
I’m doing all the jobs that other folks don’t like
They don’t know about fast food like I do
They don’t know that I fry chicken
Making sure every bite is finger-lickin’
Good and sure as heck delicious
Even though it’s not the least bit nutritious
If you could see me make a batch of chicken
Pressure-cooking it ‘til it’s finger-lickin’
KFC, yeah
I’m at KFC
Working in the kitchen trying to cook green beans
I can’t help thinking this is what it shouldn’t be
I was laughing behind the counter thinking to myself
Shouldn’t this be easy?
Working at the only KFC in town
The only one for 15 miles around
You say only the Colonel’s place makes chicken like that
It’s the only place with chicken like that
They don’t know that I fry chicken
Making sure every bite is finger-lickin’
Good and sure as heck delicious
Even though it’s not the least bit nutritious
If you come to this place, watch me make the chicken
‘Cause it’s finger-lickin’ good KFC
It’s at KFC, yeah
Only at KFC
Cleaning out the fryers, then heading out the back door
All this time how could you not know that I work at KFC
I work at KFC
Have you ever stopped by on Route 47?
Just grab some KFC
Just grab some KFC