[Intro | 0:00 – 0:15]
(Spoken, playful drawl)
Yeah, we don’t need no five-star scene, naw—
We got coupons, baby, livin’ the dream!
(banjo strum, claps start, crowd “woo!”)
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[Verse 1 | 0:15 – 0:45]
Rollin’ in a rusted-out Silverado, (yeah!)
Muddin’ boots, sweet tea in my bottle, (uh-huh)
Ain’t got plans but we got an appetite,
Drive-thru dinner under neon lights.
You say you’re hungry, girl, I’m your fella,
Hit the strip, split a Crunchwrap from Taco Bella, (mmm yeah)
Doritos Locos, Baja Blast,
Romance don’t get cheaper than that! (haha let’s go!)
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[Chorus | 0:45 – 1:15]
Yeah, we classy like K-F-C! (woo!)
Grease-stained lips and a two-piece free, (mmm)
Sweet tea sippin’ on a tailgate seat, (yeah girl!)
She lookin’ like a queen in a Walmart tee.
We don’t need Ruth’s Chris, naw, we got fries,
Super-size love with those golden arches in our eyes, (oh yeah)
Yeah, we fancy (nah), trashy (yep),
Classy like K-F-C! (finger lickin’ good!)
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[Verse 2 | 1:15 – 1:45]
Date night done on a budget, babe,
McDouble meals, apple-pie parade, (mmm pie)
Got a McFlurry meltin’ in my hand,
She dancin’ in the lot to her favorite band.
Little bit of twang, little bit of gravy,
Finger lickin’ good when she calls me baby, (yeah she do)
Ain’t no candlelight, just dashboard glow,
With the Colonel smilin’ on a bucket to-go! (haha yeah!)
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[Chorus | 1:45 – 2:15]
Yeah, we classy like K-F-C! (woo!)
Grease-stained lips and a two-piece free,
Sweet tea sippin’ on a tailgate seat,
She lookin’ like a queen in a Walmart tee.
We don’t need Ruth’s Chris, naw, we got fries, (uh-huh)
Super-size love with those golden arches in our eyes,
Yeah, we fancy (nah), trashy (yep),
Classy like K-F-C! (oh yeah!)
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[Bridge | 2:15 – 2:45]
Got that Taco Bell receipt hangin’ on my dash,
Proof that love can bloom with a side of hash, (haha yeah!)
Extra sauce packets, yeah, we stash ’em all,
You can take the girl out the trailer, but she still likes it raw (coleslaw!)
(banjo solo / crowd “whoo!” / laugh track)
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[Final Chorus | 2:45 – 3:15]
Yeah, we classy like K-F-C! (woo!)
Drippin’ in crumbs and that mashed-pot’ gravy, (mmm)
Finger-lickin’ love, that’s how we be,
Ain’t no shame in our drive-thru dreams.
From the bell to the arches to the Colonel’s grin,
We might be broke, but we still win,
Yeah, we fancy (nah), trashy (hell yeah),
Classy like K-F-C! (finger lickin’ good, baby!)
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[Outro | 3:15 – 3:26]
(Spoken, laughing)
“Hey baby, pass me that biscuit… and that extra ranch.
We goin’ all out tonight!”
(banjo riff fade out, crowd cheer)
