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99% FAT
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The Colonel
It all began with a 65 year old gentleman Who wanted to start a business The man like chook and he like to cook in his little nook Way out in Kentucky
So how can this man rise above the clan To create a billion dollar franchisee The truth can be told, by the chickens that he sold And the guts who craved his chickens fortnightly
Colonel, what's your secret, with your beady little eyes You leave us no disguise Whoa! You? re gonna buy my chicken!
Colonel, show us your recipe with that smug look on your face Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com From my mind I can't erase Whoa! You? re gonna buy my chicken today
Well, Ronald was no match ? no chickens did he hatch Just ugly, fatty, sloppy bits of cow And the Hut and Hungry Jack, well I'd rather eat a yak Than have a piece of sloppy crap pass though my bowel
So how can this man rise above the clan To create a billion dollar franchisee The truth can be told, by the chickens that he sold And the guts who craved his chickens fortnightly
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