Fried Green Tornadoes

It's a colorful store.

Well, show me the way
To the next gizzard bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

For if we don’t find
The next gizzard bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have livers & gizzards, oh, you know why