Road Kill Grill

The Roadkill Grill

Went out for dinner the other night
to a fine restaurant with not much light,
They had candles burning all aroun’,
cause someone turned the lights down,
It was a place they said had lots of fame,
although it had one strange name.
They called it the Road Kill Grill,
that’ll make even the strongest heart chill.

The menu had some interesting entrees,
like “Guess What? Catch of the Day,”
There was snake saulteed in grape leaf,
and choice steaks cut from aged beef;
Tho’ the beef was not aged in a Frigidaire,
But on Highway 25 in the open air.
That’s when I saw an entree called Chester,
who on Route 43 was cut off from his ancestor.

It happened during the dead of night,
as he headed to the weekly catfights,
Tonight he’d win, he had trained big-time,
he’d whip them all, he was in his prime,
When as he walked out from the cul-de-sac,
Clara came along in her big black Cadillac,
And when she came roaring over the hill,
it was goodnight Chester, hello Roadkill Grill.