From the beginning, one of my favorite characters on LOST has been Hurley, who's ever so much more huggable than the island's former resident polar bear. I don't even mind admitting I have a bit of a crush on him. So please don't think this song from his perspective - to the tune of White Christmas - is written with any mean-spirited intent...
Fried Chicken
I hate to whine, but
My face turns green
Whenever Jin comes my way.
I'll pass on raw fish today
And always, if that's okay.
And, dude, those berries and bits of boar
Aren't the meals that I'm longing for.
I'm dreaming of some fried chicken
Just like I used to eat before
When I lost no slumber
From evil numbers
That plucked me from being poor.
I'm dreaming of some fried chicken
With mashed potatoes on the side.
May a rescue come with the tide,
And may all my dinners be deep-fried.
When I lost no slumber
From evil numbers
That plucked me from being poor...
I'm dreaming of some fried chicken
With mashed potatoes on the side.
May a rescue come with the tide,
And may all my dinners be deep-fried.
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