Frybread Songtext
von Keith Secola

He said that she said, he said
That you said he said, she said
That she said you said, she said
That you said he said, she said
All I′m asking for
Fry bread
Fry bread
Fry bread
Fry bread
He wants to settle down
Out on the edge of town
Far from the neon lights
Under the stars so bright
Fire glows and flickers
Between the cactus pickers
Out on the edge of town
He wants to settle down
All I'm asking for
Fry bread
Fry bread


Fry bread
Fry bread
He likes his cornbread bannock
Tortillas, hot fanatic
Pita bread, popovers, pumpernickel
Oven bread, rye bread with a pickle
Croissants and pastry tastes tasty
He doesn′t seem to mind
A mile-long fry bread line
'Cause we're all the same inside
We need fry bread all the time
All I′m asking for
Fry bread
Fry bread
Fry bread
Fry bread
Gimme some sopapillas
Bagels would be nice
Crazy for that pita bread
Jalapeno pepper bread
Fry bread