Ladies and Gents, I publicly must lament
the poultriest problem they make.
I love the fried chicken, but the plot, it then thickens
for I only love it when it’s great.

There’s good stuff around and ok stuff I’ve found
but I’ve got an itch that must be scratched
I know there’s a mark above the best that I’ve snarfed.
The best chicken that has been hatched.

I need that next level chicken.
I need that next level chicken.

The stuff at Lamont’s, no-no, it just leaves me want-
ing. It’s good but it won’t satisfy.
The stuff at Mook’s Pier, I tried that bullcrap last year.
They try to distract you with fries.

The chicken at Beasley’s, or should I say “Diseasely’s”
Is scarcely a chicken at all
The chicken at Bjorn’s, the foreign grocery store,
Is good, but they folded last fall.

I need that next level chicken.
I need that next level chicken.

But then I wandered into a new ramen shop
Karaage chicken offered a la carte
I ordered me an order and when it arrived
Twas a sight that gave hope to my lonely heart.

Three massive pieces fried into a golden brown
with a juiciness that could not be surpassed
Combined with seasoned salt that they served on the side
It trounced all chicken that I had in the past.

It was the next level chicken.
Truly the next level chicken.
I had the next level chicken.
I ate the next level chicken