If the good Lord wanted fast food
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I know just what He'd eat
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Not Taco Bell, the Pizza Hut
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Or even Mickey D's
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'Cause clowns have always scared Him
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Just trust me I can tell
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But there's something about that upright cow
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Who needs to learn to spell
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Chick-fil-A, I have to say
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That you're the one for me
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You're food is always hot and fresh
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And your bathrooms always clean
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And if you thank me for this song
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You know I'd love the gesture
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But I won't make a big deal out of it
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I'd simply say, "My pleasure"
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Number one, no pickle
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That's always what I want
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My wife says I should live a little
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But I say, "What's the point?"
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'Cause when you've tasted true love
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There's no room for compromise
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I say, "It's like my love for you, sweetheart"
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But she just rolls her eyes
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I still have my birthdays at your place
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With a big fat smile across my face
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When I'm sliding slides and acting squirrelly
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People stare 'cause I'm almost thirty
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So Chick-fil-A, I have to say
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That you're the one for me
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If you were open Sunday
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I'd just stay with you all week
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Coupons would be nice
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But you know I'll take whatever
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'Cause it is not the gifts
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But love that's holding us together
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So if you thank me for this song
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You know I'd love the gesture
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But I won't make a big deal out of it
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I'd simply say, "It's my pleasure"
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The Chick-Fil-A Song
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| Jonny Diaz |
