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“Do You Want To Go To Chik-fil-a?”

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[Sung to the tune of “Do You Want To Build A Snowman?”]

Do you wanna go to Chik-fil-a?
I hear the waffle fries are fresh!
We can sit inside a booth
or at table
Next to the ball pen with the mesh!

We used to be best buddies
You, meal plans, and me
Let’s be best friends again!

Do you wanna go to Chik-fil-a?
It doesn’t have to be a Chik-fil-a
[Elsa:] Really?
[Anna:] No, that’s a lie…

[Anna (knocks on cubicle wall):]
Do you wanna go to Chik-fil-a?
Their peach milkshakes are the best!
It goes perfect with an 8-count nugget
Then we can slurp up
All the rest!
(Ah, brain freeze!)

My stomach’s really rumbling
It needs some food
And my lunch break just flies right by…
(tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock)

[Anna (knocks):]
Elsa, please I know you’re in there
People are asking where you’ve been
They say, “Try it grilled,” and I’m trying to
I’m right out here for you
Just let me in

We only have each other
It’s just you and me
And also Chik-fil-a sauce

Do you wanna go to Chik-fil-a?

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My state gave you J. Law, Clooney, two-fifths of the Backstreet Boys, and multiple fifths of bourbon. I gave you a cover letter using Brian McKnight lyrics. Psuedo-adult by day; PGP, TFM, and TSM contributor by night. Please don't ask me to do math.

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