Things are ugly
This means war
It’s time to call in
The Colonel Sanders Clone Corp
Marching in unison
Each one looking the same
Cloned from The Colonel’s DNA
From the depths of hell they came
Carrying their weapons purposefully
Ten supply wagons at their rear
Carrying food and munitions
As well as miscellaneous gear
They each eat a bucket of fried chicken
For every single meal
It’s the fuel that keeps them going
Though the calories involved make one reel
Their figures are cut
Their muscles in fine tone
They keep this way by purging
And working out with bags of stone
The Colonel Sanders Clone Corp
Is called upon only in direst need
For they can turn on their own in a heartbeat
And move with the devil’s speed
We send them out well ahead
To clear the enemy away
We don’t want to be anywhere near
When their forces enter the fray
Their skills passed down from clone to clone
Taught once upon a time by General Lee
Ghastly techniques not known to others
The Colonel’s secret recipe
The sun is not yet at midday
When the enemy learns what’s in store
As they cross swords with their personal nightmare
The Colonel Sanders Clone Corp
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