Forty jobs, a thousand no’s
Fried my dreams, but still I rose
My kitchen burned, the road moved on
But I packed my boots and kept goin’ strong!
They said, “You’re old, this dream won’t fly”
I said, “I’m hot, and so is my thigh!”
With secret herbs and chicken pride
On the 1,010th door, they said, “Come inside!”
Age is just a number, dreams don’t fry
Til you give ‘em heat and let ‘em fly
Grease and grit, I served with a smile
Now you know my flavor by the mile!
At sixty-five, I flipped the game
Put my face on a bucket, built a name
Now every town knows that crispy cry—
It’s finger-lickin’ love, served hot ‘n high!
Forty jobs, a thousand no’s
Fried my dreams, but still I rose
My kitchen burned, the road moved on
But I packed my boots and kept goin’ strong!
They said, “You’re old, this dream won’t fly”
I said, “I’m hot, and so is my thigh!”
With secret herbs and chicken pride
On the 1,010th door, they said, “Come inside!”
Age is just a number, dreams don’t fry
Til you give ‘em heat and let ‘em fly
Grease and grit, I served with a smile
Now you know my flavor by the mile!
At sixty-five, I flipped the game
Put my face on a bucket, built a name
Now every town knows that crispy cry—
It’s finger-lickin’ love, served hot ‘n high!