Mommy Pants – Dear Chick-Fil-A Lyrics

Chick-fil-A, you're just too good
But you're closed on Sunday
People could make even more money
And they should, but you don't hear what we say
'Cause everyone needs some rest, yeah okay

That's fuckin' stupid
That's fuckin' dumb

I go to church too, and I crave you after
Guess I'll just have to pray
Maybe this one time God can give me my way
Like the Burger King, except He's king of everything

Dear Jesus, how've you been
Another good request, yes it's me again
You see I really must have some Chick-fil-A
Should have stocked up yesterday
Don't wanna wait until tomorrow
In exchange you can have my heart
Not just borrow

Ohhhh yes Jesus give it to me
Ohhh ohh yeah Jesus give me that

Chick-fil-A is the shit
It tickles my belly each time I have it
Gotta put that sauce on my chicks
It's better than great, it's super delish
Please grant me my one wish

Ooooooouuuuuuhhh ooooouuuuuhhhh oooooouuuuhhh ahhhhlaalalalassshhhlllpshlllpshllp mwhhhpp