作词 : R. Isley/D. Jolicoeur/K. Nix/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/O.K. Isley 作曲 : R. Isley/D. Jolicoeur/K. Nix/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/O.K. Isley Yo man let me make some Cpt.Krunch Man alright Yo man we have any milk? Yeah, what time is it? I don't know, what day is it? Don't know, well I'll tell you Well, it was a WednesdayMe and Boss Hog was kinda hungry Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce And a glass of milk and some cookies Spotted in the mist was a BK logoWhat we said, well what do you know This chick thought I was trying to play fly' Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on Young girl, won't you take my order? She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busyDon't you see I'm trying to put thisBand Aid on my finger?" Lingering, I can tell She's a B- K mademoiselle Ripped uniform and bottom bell And some Jelly stuff on her sleeve Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour And then Boss Hog hollar"Girl you better make this quick" She said, "I ain't your girlAnd I ain't your chick" I had an idea and lickity split Took my hat off and that was it Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see" And O' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized"Ain't you that guy?", "Ain't you that girl""De La Soul, right?", "No Tracy Chapman" Why don't you come over to the counter And write me out an autograph?"Ha ha ha, I had to laughShe was quick with the Bic just to get that autographBut me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed" What's the name of that song you sing?"" Living in a fast car," I saidForget about the order I made, I'll go get a slice of pizza insteadBitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scroungeBitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK LoungeBitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scroungeBitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK LoungeExcuse me, would you take my order I have to goShashawna's got a real job, dag don't you knowOh yeah, it's you, now I recognizeThe real real bitty with the fake fake eyesYo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?Yes you can, but you can keep your lies'Cause you know you can't diss me but your pissing me offI know where you live and I know that your softYou're as booty as they come and you dress like a geekMy shoes cost more than you make in two weeksLook, you don't have to play fly in hereI can tell your fly by the weave that you wear but you must be awareThat a fly can be swatted by a BK tray by the way yo, here's yoursI know your just sweating me to kill the noiseOf your polyester pants and their oh so high watersLook at what you do all day but take ordersYou bow tie wearing, clocking and staringI know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrapI think you Chubby for my man is living slackYeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in schoolSelling devil rock to the fiends and the fools!With one hand that punk I could snap, the kid is so skinnyBut we be livin' fatSpeaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odorBetter yet pour it down the pants and let the acid killThe smell that should have been left to MasingelLet me make you a deal, take the soda free and jetI got to much family to heed your threatsAre you a family man?Well I shouldn't be surprizedYour sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying friesDon't even try that ****, oh damn look, what?Here comes one moreIt's your father he just finished mooping the floorNow give them a hand, its the BK clanSo you can't talk garbage about who I amWell, aren't we living foulSpeaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?Oops I meant you sorry for the mix upBut your stomachs always big from the ***ual slip upsI could buy you and sell you for pennies, young manI think there's something you should understandI try to be nice and help the poor make moneyAnd since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummyNow B-K workers is too damn rudeI think I'll go get me some Chinese food
作词 : R. Isley/D. Jolicoeur/K. Nix/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/O.K. Isley 作曲 : R. Isley/D. Jolicoeur/K. Nix/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason/O.K. Isley Yo man let me make some Cpt.Krunch Man alright Yo man we have any milk? Yeah, what time is it? I don't know, what day is it? Don't know, well I'll tell you Well, it was a WednesdayMe and Boss Hog was kinda hungry Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce And a glass of milk and some cookies Spotted in the mist was a BK logoWhat we said, well what do you know This chick thought I was trying to play fly' Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on Young girl, won't you take my order? She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busyDon't you see I'm trying to put thisBand Aid on my finger?" Lingering, I can tell She's a B- K mademoiselle Ripped uniform and bottom bell And some Jelly stuff on her sleeve Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour And then Boss Hog hollar"Girl you better make this quick" She said, "I ain't your girlAnd I ain't your chick" I had an idea and lickity split Took my hat off and that was it Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see" And O' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized"Ain't you that guy?", "Ain't you that girl""De La Soul, right?", "No Tracy Chapman" Why don't you come over to the counter And write me out an autograph?"Ha ha ha, I had to laughShe was quick with the Bic just to get that autographBut me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed" What's the name of that song you sing?"" Living in a fast car," I saidForget about the order I made, I'll go get a slice of pizza insteadBitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scroungeBitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK LoungeBitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scroungeBitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK LoungeExcuse me, would you take my order I have to goShashawna's got a real job, dag don't you knowOh yeah, it's you, now I recognizeThe real real bitty with the fake fake eyesYo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?Yes you can, but you can keep your lies'Cause you know you can't diss me but your pissing me offI know where you live and I know that your softYou're as booty as they come and you dress like a geekMy shoes cost more than you make in two weeksLook, you don't have to play fly in hereI can tell your fly by the weave that you wear but you must be awareThat a fly can be swatted by a BK tray by the way yo, here's yoursI know your just sweating me to kill the noiseOf your polyester pants and their oh so high watersLook at what you do all day but take ordersYou bow tie wearing, clocking and staringI know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrapI think you Chubby for my man is living slackYeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in schoolSelling devil rock to the fiends and the fools!With one hand that punk I could snap, the kid is so skinnyBut we be livin' fatSpeaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odorBetter yet pour it down the pants and let the acid killThe smell that should have been left to MasingelLet me make you a deal, take the soda free and jetI got to much family to heed your threatsAre you a family man?Well I shouldn't be surprizedYour sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying friesDon't even try that ****, oh damn look, what?Here comes one moreIt's your father he just finished mooping the floorNow give them a hand, its the BK clanSo you can't talk garbage about who I amWell, aren't we living foulSpeaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?Oops I meant you sorry for the mix upBut your stomachs always big from the ***ual slip upsI could buy you and sell you for pennies, young manI think there's something you should understandI try to be nice and help the poor make moneyAnd since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummyNow B-K workers is too damn rudeI think I'll go get me some Chinese food
