Story Behind the Song
It's the theme song ... Fried, Fried Chicken!
Lyrics
Fried, fried chicken is the flavor that I'm kickin'.
From my soul food kitchen serve my jams hot & finger lickin'.
It sticks to your ribs.
Its the grease from the guitar that I'm pickin'.
Phat funk from the days gone by.
Take a journey through the valley of a super fly.
That will keep you reminicin'.
Here it comes...
It's a Super, Super G.
Clapton was a hero to most,
But he never meant cream to me.
I like it like Coltrane, you can hear his ghost.
Giant steps funkadelic from coast to coast.
Like Bootsey C & now Super G.
It's the next generation of the fee fi fo fum...
Gotta break me of some.
Hip trax with the fly style energy
Here it comes...
It's a Super, Super G.
I'm a Teranasaurus Rexes chillin' in my Lexus.
Way down below the state of Texas.
You like the Giants, I like the Jetses...
Root for the Yankees, I root for the Metses...
Or the Mexicans,
'Cause the Latin sound stirs up the senses...
Emilia Earhart couldn't wreck this.
So large that Donald Trump couldn't erect this.
Here it comes...
It's a Super, Super G.
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