tarbaby

Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side,
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a great dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried, fried, fried,
Our burgers can't be beat,
'Cause we grind our own meat,
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind,


When you drive away,
You'll really hear us say,
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye,
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye!


And as your on your way,
A tip upon our tray
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
We hope to find, find, find, find, find.

***does anyone else remember this song? damn thing has been going through my head for days now and it's driving me crazy......***


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you know who is so silly and always makes me laugh? Nex!!!