Lyrics
Verse 1:
In a town not far, under the sun’s bright glare,
Stood a fried chicken spot, with an owner so rare.
Burt Reynolds was his name, with a smile so fair,
Flipping chicken in batter, with his chest hair bare.
Chorus:
Oh, Burt and his chicken, frying up dreams,
In boiling batter, a sight so serene.
With a Lobby Full of Ladies, a wetness unseen
Then off in a Trans Am, sleek and so lean,
Verse 2:
With every piece dropped, the oil would sizzle and pop,
Patrons lined up, around the block they’d hop.
For a taste of his recipe, they’d gladly pay top,
For Burt’s chicken was king, of the culinary crop.
Chorus:
Oh, Burt and his chicken, frying up dreams,
In boiling batter, a sight so serene.
With a Lobby full of ladies, a wetness unseen
Then off in a Trans Am, sleek and so lean,
Bridge:
As the sun dipped low, and the night came alive,
Burt had plans, that would surely thrive.
In his Trans Am, through the streets, he’d drive,
Picking up ladies of the evening, feeling so alive.
Verse 3:
To his mansion, they’d speed, some seed soon to sow,
Where a bear-skinned rug, lay smooth and low.
Covered in baby oil, they’d laugh and they’d crow,
For a night with Burt Reynolds, was a prized show.
shouting "Yeeee Haw, I'd buy that for a Dollar"
(Bridge)
Ol' Snowman hauling them Hens to the chicken shop,
Watchin out for City Kitties and Possum Trots,
Bustin out the CB that he's on his way,
Make sure Burt you have the ladies all stay
Chorus:
Oh, Burt and his chicken, frying up dreams,
In boiling batter, a sight so serene.
With a Lobby Full of Ladies, a wetness unseen
Then off in a Trans Am, sleek and so lean,
shouting "Yeeee Haw, I'd buy that for a Dollar"
(Bridge)
Ol' Snowman hauling them Hens to the chicken shop,
Watchin out for City Kitties and Possum Trots,
Bustin out the CB that he's on his way,
Make sure Burt you have the ladies all stay
Chorus:
Oh, Burt and his chicken, frying up dreams,
In boiling batter, a sight so serene.
With a Lobby Full of Ladies, a wetness unseen
Then off in a Trans Am, sleek and so lean,
