An offering in parody*
(*with apologies to the real authors of these songs)

2 Wings and a Drumstick

Wait, give 'em something, give 'em a little something.
Go ahead man, hand it down. Will you really hand it down?
We're just 2 wings, and a drumstick, serving some KFC.
We're just 2 thighs, and a corn cob, eating some lunch.

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In KFC

I keep trying to find a recipe
On my own apart from you.
I am the queen of fast food,
I've got a restaurant for every poem I do.

What's going on inside of me?
I am despising my own McDonalds.
This only serves to confirm my suspicion
That I'm still in bad need of the colonel.

I wanna be in KFC
As you are in KFC.
I wanna be greasy like a rag in Jiffy Lube.
Oh Colonel be my cook and be my inspiration.
Cause all I want is to be in KFC.
All I want is to be in KFC.

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In My Mind’s Eye (I See the Chicken)

You know what I'm going through
I know that it's true
Cause You've stood in my shoes
Desire's inside of me
But, it's hard to believe
That you ate all the black beans.
Can you give me some chicken?
See it grilled?
It's presence is revealed by the grease on your chin,
An image of delight in the eating.

In my mind's eye
I see the chicken.
You smile as swallow the last bite.

In my mind's eye
You take my chicken.
We walk through KFC.
The beans were great.

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Since I Met Chicken

Was at the bottom of my bucket, I had nowhere to go.
Was at the bottom of my bucket, I had nothing to show
Until the day I turned to the colonel, it was the end

You call me hungry, man you make my day
The state of my stomach was disarray
At every party and as far as anybody knew -
everything was cool, but
The truth was inside of me was empty
I was as lonely as a man could be
And my 200 chicken wings couldn't fill the void in my soul
It was a giant hole.

Nothing made any taste,
I thought my bucket would never end
Then the colonel came knocking at my door

Since I met chicken I've been alright
You turn all my hunger into fulfillment.
Since I met You I've been okay, I've been alright

Since I met chicken I've been okay
You're rolling my biscuits in gravy
Since I met chicken I've been alright
Been okay, been okay.

The End of the Chicken as We Know it (And I Feel Hungry)

That's great, it starts with an chicken thigh,
wing and bones, an drumstick and Tabz is not afraid.

Eye of a newt, listen to your stomach churn -
world serves its own food,
dummy serve your own plate.

Feed off another plate,
grunt, no, strength,
Ladder start to clatter with fear grease down pit.

Chicken in a fire,
representing seven wings,
a colonel for hire and a KFC site.

Get the rest of chicken and come in a hurry
with the garlic breath down your neck.

Team by team kmax fans baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low bucket! Fine, then.
Uh oh, none left, get your own, common food, but it'll do.

Serve yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your stomach empty dummy with the chicken
and the revered beans and the rice, rice.

You cram, chew, slam, fight, swallow, feeling pretty psyched.,

It's the end of the chicken as we know it.
It's the end of the chicken as we know it.
It's the end of the chicken as we know it and I feel fine.
It's the end of the chicken as we know it because I've got mine.