Well, I’d put her up against anybody in town She can cook the best chicken for miles around Once you pop it in yo mouth you’ll know what I mean You’ll dream day and night about some MFC
Yeah, mama’s fried chicken (Mama’s fried chicken) Mama’s Fried Chicken (Mama’s fried chicken) All the little bitty children and the grown up men and women Say ain’t nothin’ finger lickin’ like mama’s fried chicken
Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if she started a chain She could call it Mama’s Chicken for a lack of better names Mrs Winners, Colonel Sanders would be shakin’ in their boots If my mamma started sellin’ that cock a doodle do
Yeah, mama’s fried chicken (Mama’s fried chicken) Mama’s Fried Chicken (Mama’s fried chicken) All the little bitty children and the grown up men and women Say ain’t nothin’ finger lickin’ like mama’s fried chicken
Well she soaks it in butter milk and rolls it in flour Throws it in the fryin’ pan for ‘bout a quarter hour A little salt and pepper and you’ll say “man that’s kickin’” Ain’t nothin’ finger lickin’ like mama’s fried chicken
Yeah, mama’s fried chicken (Mama’s fried chicken) Mama’s Fried Chicken (Mama’s fried chicken) All the little bitty children and the grown up men and women Say ain’t nothin’ finger lickin’ like mama’s fried chicken
Mama’s fried chicken (Mama’s fried chicken) Mama’s Fried Chicken (Mama’s fried chicken) All the little bitty children and the grown up men and women Say ain’t nothin’ finger lickin’ like mama’s fried chicken
Yeah, just one taste and you’ll say, “man that’s kickin” Ain’t nothin’ finger lickin’ like mama’s fried chicken Ain’t nothin’ finger lickin’ like mama’s fried chickenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
