adma
Superstar
And when you add Irving...
Here we come on the run,
With a burger on a bun,
And a dab of coleslaw on the side.
Your lips 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!