A parody of Queen's You're My Best Friend about Chicken . . .breast
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Queen and David Bowie may have been best friends, but come on, had David taken Freddie's chicken back in the day, he sure would have made him bite that space man dust
Ooo,
let's go get Chicken
We'll drive on down to the K.F.C.
The sides, they'll satisfy me
Ooo, it smells so grand,
looks crispy Ooo,
we'll soon have chicken
Ooo Let's get home man,
I wanna chow
It feels like were driving a long time
I need to dine
Although waiting blows
we will soon eat that food
No crumbs we'll exclude
Awww Need to eat man. . .
Ooo, I open the door
Soon it will all be downed
Turn that T.V. on too
What's yours, what's mine--
we'll split it that's fine
Let's clean off the bones
Start to eat, man
Ooo, it's tasting so good
I feel the biscuits filling my belly
I hope that it is understood
Ooo, I get all the breast now buddy
Ooo, you can have the rest
Aww Saw you grab one,
you're gonna be sad
Turns out it may be the only
It's the ONLY ONE. . .
And I don't want wings I do not eat the thighs,
what'd you do
That's my breast, man
Ooo, You made me so mad
Get out of my home
Ate my breast, man
Aww, Aww
Was my breast, man
Ooo, I cannot forgive
Ooo, That's my breast, man