The Chick-Fil-A Song

The Chick-Fil-A Song

If the good Lord wantedfast foodI know just what He’d eat

Not Taco Bell, the Pizza Hutor even Mickey D’s

Cause clowns have always scared HimJust trust me I can tell

But, there’s something‘bout that upright cowwho needs to learn to spell

Chick-fil-a I have to saythat you’re the one for meyour food is always hot and freshand your bathroom’s always clean

And if you thank me for this song you know I’d love the gesturebut I won’t make a big deal out of it

I’d simply say“My pleasure”

Number one no picklethat’s always what I wantmy wife says I should live a littlebut I say what’s the point

Cause when you’ve tasted true love there’s no room forcompromise

I say “It’s like my love for you, sweetheart.”But, she just rolls her eyes

I still have my birthdays at your placewith a big fat smile across my face

When I’m sliding slidesand acting squirrelypeople starecause I’m almost thirty

But, Chick-fil-a I have to saythat you’re the one for meand if you were open SundaysI’d just stay with you all week

Some coupons would be nicebut you know I’ll take whatevercause it’s is not the giftsbut love that’s holding us together

So if you thank me for this songyou know I’d love the gesture

But I won’t make a big dealout of itI’d simply say“It’s my pleasure!”