Lyric:
SOUTHERN FRIED May 12/83 Karl Rigelhof
Get up, it's morning, the sun is shining bright
But you can't move your body because of what you did last night
The ocean in the morning is such a pretty sight
But your eyes can't see, they're blinded by the light
There's only one cure when you're in this condition
That's to drag your butt on down to the exhibition
And stake out your position
To take in some nutrition
And some heat
Lyin' on the beach, toes stuck in the sand, soakin' up the sun
Golden hair, golden skin, women everywhere
Lyin' on the beach, look at that body, it's delectable
Nice legs, nice tits/buns, baked right to a crisp
Lyin' on the beach, guitar in my hand, soakin' up some beers
Playin' music, playin' games, playin' it for keeps
Lyin' in the sun, watchin' all the pretty girls bouncin' by
Bikini bliss, bikini, ooh, that's (a) nice (ass/one)
CHORUS:
'Cause it's southern fried
Yes we're baked alive
But it's the only way to go
We're southern fried
We like to tan our hides
Because beauty is only skin deep
Yes we're southern fried
We're stewed inside
Personally, I like mine well done
Lyin' on the beach, splashin' in the waves, lookin' cool in those/them shades
Red eye, red sun, ain't we havin' fun
Lyin' in the sun, can't believe my eyes, as she struts on by
Perfect tan, perfect body, MMM I gotta get me some
CHORUS:
'Cause it's southern fried
It feels so good inside
Yes it's finger lickin' good
We're southern fried
And we have no pride
(Ah,) fuck it
Get a bucket
