Popcorn Chicken Blues

{playful swing piano

intro} (doo-wop-doo-wah) {muted trumpet wah-wah} This goes out to Donald,

the popcorn chicken man yeah,

you know who I mean,

The legendary popcorn chicken king.

Donald brings in tasty treats most every day,

But there’s one little snack that steals the show away.

Riding in the work van,

rolling down the road,

That familiar smell comes floating through the van.

{piano blues roll}

He’s the popcorn chicken man,

everybody knows, Soon as that lid pops open,

here the good smell goes.

Sometimes it’s crispy,

sometimes it’s burnt, Sometimes it’s sweet with a lesson learned.

Sometimes it’s spicy, got a little kick,

Sometimes barbecue sauce does the trick.

He’s the popcorn chicken man,

that’s who he is,

Making lunchtime famous with every little bite.

{snappy brass swell}

Every once in a while when the work day’s done,

I’ll look around before we head on home.

There’s a piece of popcorn chicken lying on my van floor,

I start laughing before I open the door.

(hahaha) I don’t need a detective,

don’t need a clue,

I already know exactly who.

{clarinet riff}

Work gets tough, but we all grin,

When Donald walks through carrying chicken again.

Good friends, good laughs,

and stories to tell,

Nothing beats that lunchtime smell.

{trombo

slide} He’s the popcorn chicken man,

rolling every day, Bringing smiles to the crew in his own funny

way. If I find another nugget

on my van floor,

I’ll know who was riding just like before.

Here’s to Donald, keeping spirits high,

With popcorn chicken and a laugh nearby.

Yeah, the popcorn chicken man,

that’s his claim to fame,

Around this crew, everybody knows his name!

(yeah!) {final piano flourish} (that's right Donald!) {wah-wah brass hit} {tape hiss

fade out}