He was killed with a smile
and I ate him with fries.
He's unusually large, so I went "super-sized"
If you want to know why let me tell you, Clarice:
The fat ones, the thin ones,
they all taste like chicken to me.

If I go to a wedding,
I must toast the bride.
Serving my fellow man
makes me feel good inside.
And I like to call Mormons
"home delivery".
I'll give you the beef,
People all taste like chicken to me.

Oh, lived a life by myself.
Girls would have dinner once,
then they're saying goodbye.
Oh, can I find a good heart?
Find someone that can fill
This need I have inside?

If I ate some lawyers,
are they really murders?
If my door's unlocked,
then I've sent out for burgulars.
That clown tasted funny,
the "happy meal" freak.
I like people of taste,
and my patients all agree with me.

Oh, I just can't help myself.
People get so steamed up,
Like that Texaco guy.
Oh, last week he gave me gas.
He's a little French dip,
But he had a good eye.

And it's me, not TV,
that turns brains into mush.
If I dump a girl,
I remember to flush.
and I like Michael Jackson,
the other white meat.
I won't butter up you:
the phone book's a menu,
and they all taste like chicken to me.