Hot Chicken Songtext
von Dom Flemons

Rooster run the mother hen
Said, "Cock-a-doodle-doo"
Mother hen said, "Ya darn old fool"
My fricassee ain′t for you

I think you want hot chicken
I think you want hot chicken
Want to get hot chicken? East Nashville, Tennessee

Jackrabbit run the Gila Monster
Run him a solid mile
Gila Monster turned around, he said
"You know, hey bub, this running ain't my kinda style"

I think you want hot chicken
Don′t mistake me for hot chicken
If you want hot chicken, East Nashville, Tennessee

Young man knocked on the window glass
Old man gave him the eye
He said, "Boy, you done had your fun with my wife
Now quit knocking on my blinds"


I think you want hot chicken
You're mistaken for hot chicken
If you want hot chicken, East Nashville, Tennessee
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!

Old man laid his fiddle down
Wine glass in his hand
Screaming, "Times has gotten so damn hard that I can't no longer dance"

I gotta get hot chicken
Doctor said hot chicken
Where am I gonna go? East Nashville, Tennessee

Little frog hopped by my feet
He had a big tear in his eye
Now he said, "I can′t believe my own true love told me to hop on by"

She said, "I wanted hot chicken"
She suggested hot chicken
Where am I hoppin′ to? East Nashville, Tennessee

Oh babe, I gotta get hot chicken
Hot, hot chicken
Hot chicken, hot, hot chicken
Hot chicken, hot, hot chicken
Whoa, hot, hot chicken
Yeah, hot, hot chicken now


This is WDOM calling from East Nashville, Tennessee
We ain't got no chitlins, we ain′t got no neck bones in the pot
All we got here baby is the Chicken that's very hot
Haha, damn it, East Nashville, Tennessee
Come and see us sometime
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah