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Nugget Man - Paul and Storm
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Tuning:Standard
Robert C. Baker, died on a monday.
We all know his work although few know his name.
A Cornell professor, who taught poultry science,
Forever enshrined in the poultry hall of fame.
84 years worth of food innovations,
Chicken dogs, turkey dogs, and turkey ham,
Above them all stood Baker's greatest creation,
For Baker begat chicken nuggets for man.
Oh, nugget man, oh nugget man,
Heading on down to the old promised land,
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Happy the meals all have been since the day,
That the nugget man came our wa-ay.
Robert C. Baker, way back in the fifties,
Changed the way children and college kids eat,
When he invented a way to get breading,
To adhere much better to raw chicken meat.
His new method led fast food chains in the eighties,
To develop and market a new bite-sized snack food,
Made from mechanically recovered meat and anti-foaming products,
Reconstituted meat slurry and chicken skin for its binding properties.
Oh, nugget man, oh nugget man,
Heading on down to the old promised land,
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Guts beaks and feet now don't get thrown away,
Since the nugget man came our wa-ay.
The king of the burgers and popeye are mourning.
The colonel has arranged a 21 gun salute.
The churches are silent, but for poor Wendy's weeping,
And Ronald has hung up his big red shiny shoes.
Robert C. Baker's last will was specific,
That his bones be removed and he be ground up real fine,
And to place his remains into small cardboard coffins ,
And bury the pieces six at a time.
Oh, nugget man, oh nugget man,
Heading on down to the old promised land,
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Dipped into his honey-mustard filled grave,
That the nugget man came our wa-ay.
Nugget man...