Slow Fast Food Love

Baxendale - Poultrygeist - Night of the Chicken Dead

All these fried chicken wings that I'm serving

They make me yearn for your breats

legs

and thighs

My hunger for you is unswerving

Without you my heart starves

my heart dies

All these protests and speeches I'm making

To end all this chicken suffering and slaughter

His only response is that I'm faking

Yea

that I'm gay just like Dick Cheney's daughter

My meat in your buns

Make such special sauce

Gay seems my way to quote Rober Frost

It could be nostalgia for all that is lost

Could be that our love is star crossed

Whoa-o-ah

I sure miss getting my salad tossed

'Cus you're my fries

And your shake makes me shiver

You're my happy meal sent from above

Can this drive-through called life deliver

A heavenly slow fast food love?

Since that night

All I have is self-pleasure

Bumping uglies real hard we did crying

With tissue and hand cream

I can try to remember

How you stuck this thing

How you stuck this thing up my behind

With my partner in bed I am yearning

To get pleasure and passion

that's the truth

But only thoughts of you get me burning

Memories of your beef make me stew

If hearts were like chickens

Yours I'd defrost

To reclaim true love

What is the cost?

It could be nostalgia for all that is lost

Could be that our love is star crossed

Whoa-o-ah

I sure miss getting my salad tossed

'Cus you're my fries

And your shake makes me shiver

You're my happy meal sent from above

Can this drive-through called life deliver

A heavenly slow fast food love?

C'mon

deliver now!

'Cus you're my fries

And your shake makes me shiver

You're my happy meal sent from above

Can this drive-through called life deliver

A heavenly slow fast food love?

I wanna piece of you…

Shake me up

Toss my salad

Full Lyrics: Slow Fast Food Love - Baxendale - Poultrygeist - Night of the Chicken Dead