The Fried Chicken Song

Mary won't you come out of yonder tree.

Mary 'cause I want you down here with me.

See, I know the place with the good fried chicken,

with biscuits and gravy and all the fixings.

I said Mary, don't you wanna?

Mary, won't you come with me?

Mary, don't you hide under all the books?

Small little girl with the bad good looks

See, I know the place with the good fried chicken,

with biscuits and gravy and all the fixings.

I said Mary, don't you wanna?

Mary, won't you come with me?

Mary-Mary, don't freak that Boogaloo...

Mary-Mary, don't freak it no more...