I know I'll never lose my taste for chicken
I'll get my fill to eat
Then run back to the kitchen
May I never burn one single piece or drumstick
God forbid I ever do, I might just panic
I know I won't cook pork or steak
No nasty veal slices
When the oven door opens, I will get the spices
Chicken is the meal I want to marinate

And when I get the choice to barbeque or bake
I hope it's baked
I hope it's baked

I hope I never fear those threats of salmonella
Always attack my plate with forks like Attila
Bread crumbs might take extra time
But they're worth shakin'
Chicken might not all be thawed
But it's worth bakin'
This obsession might just
Make some bitter
When it comes to chicken I won't
Reconsider
Got the A1 and salt
Breast is gonna meet its fate

And when I get the choice to barbeque or bake
I hope it's baked
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope it's baked
(Rolling us to KFC)
I hope it's baked
(Tell me who)
I hope it's baked
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those nuggets have gone)

I know I won't cook pork or steak
No nasty veal slices
When the oven door opens, I will get the spices
Chicken is the meal I want to marinate

And when I get the choice to barbeque or bake
Baked
I hope it's baked
I hope it's baked
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope it's baked
(Rolling us to KFC)
I hope it's baked
(Tell me who wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope it's baked
(Where those nuggets have gone)