Jesus Chicken Drive-Thru

It's a hot July Monday,

I'm stuck in the lane

My stomach is growling,

it's driving me insane

I pull to the window,

the service is polite

They say 'my pleasure' and they wrap it up tight (oh

yeah) That golden waffle fry is a blessing from above

And those little crispy nuggets are dipped in pure love

Oh, Chick-fil-A, the home of Jesus chicken That sweet Polynesian sauce has

got me finger-lickin' It's served with a smile,

holy grace on a tray Just don't go driving there

on Sunday! (hallelujah) Now I tried to go yesterday,

forgot what day it was

I rolled into the parking lot,

but there wasn't any buzz

Just a lonely empty drive-thru under the Sunday sun

I wept into my steering wheel,

my weekend was undone

(lord help me) But Monday morning came and saved my hungry soul

I got my spicy chicken biscuit and I'm feeling whole

Oh,

Chick-fil-A, the home of Jesus chicken That sweet Polynesian sauce has got

me finger-lickin' It's served with a smile,

holy grace on a tray Just don't go driving there on Sunday!

(amen to that)

Six days a week they're working hard

Swiping every credit card

But on the seventh day they rest

Even the chicken joints are blessed

Oh, Chick-fil-A, the home of Jesus chicken That sweet Polynesian sauce

has got me finger-lickin' It's served with a smile,

holy grace on a tray Just don't go driving there

on Sunday!

(not on Sunday, no!)

Yeah, it's my pleasure

(my pleasure!)

Have a blessed day now