My Type

[Verse 1]
I got a type for my perfect man but
I’m not like other girls when it comes to my standards
Like height, or money, or a job with esteem
Oh they don’t matter when it comes to the man of my dreams
He’s gotta be well dressed in a suit and a tie
And a pair of nice spectacles that bring out his eyes
And yes I gotta confess that I’m kinda into skinny men
Skinny little chicken legs, literal chicken legs

[Chorus]
He’s Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Who’s that, south of Colorado
So agraciado
No one but Gustavo
Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos

[Verse 2]
His chicken’s so much better than Kentucky fried
He’s looking so prim and proper when adjusting his tie
He owns an upstanding business and he runs it with pride
Yeah he’s a bonafide zaddy and I think he likes guys
Whatever-ever that’s just how I like it
A tiny bit of fruitiness is never a minus
With a charismatic presence and a rational mind
And a symmetrical face that’s balanced on both sides

[Chorus]
He’s Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Who’s that, meth aficionado
So inesperado
No one but Gustavo
Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos

[Verse 3]
Yes he does have a lot of cash (Why’s that)
He makes drugs in an awesome lab (That’s rad!)
Yeah he has killed a couple of guys (Why)
Keep’em all in line, justified in my eyes (That’s right)
My type’s got a secret to hide, always quiet on the surface
But he’s got a dark side (So fine)
My type, yeah he’s never boring
When he’s sweet like Seymour and a sicko like Orin
(Go!)

[Chorus]
He’s Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Who’s that, calm with no bravado
Modern desperado
No one but Gustavo
Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos

[Bridge]
Hey Popeyes, better move over
Here comes the king of the fast food owners
He’s such a nice boss, pays employees well
And he’s a stone cold killer who wasted the cartel
AYYYY!
Hey Chik fil A, better make way
He’s the king of Albuquerque and he’s fucking gay
And he spends his off days taking care of the elderly
Visiting his friend at the nursing home every week

[Outro]
My type is kinda problematic
Hyper-enigmatic
Quite melodramatic
My type is kinda problematic
Highly charismatic
Violently erratic
Who’s that, south of Colorado
So agraciado
No one but Gustavo
Gus Fring of Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos
Los Pollos Hermanos