The Carhop Song: Here we come on the run with a burger on a bun, and a slab of coleslaw on the side. Oh your tastebuds we will tickle with a cold dill pickle, and all of our potatoes will be fried, fried, fried. Our burgers can't be beat 'cause we grind our own meat. Grind grind grind grind grind! (I forget this line) and if you ask for it we'll serve you, an apple pie pie pie pie pie! An apple pie pie pie pie pie!!!!Friday, November 26, 2010
Now I remember:
The Carhop Song: Here we come on the run with a burger on a bun, and a slab of coleslaw on the side. Oh your tastebuds we will tickle with a cold dill pickle, and all of our potatoes will be fried, fried, fried. Our burgers can't be beat 'cause we grind our own meat. Grind grind grind grind grind! (I forget this line) and if you ask for it we'll serve you, an apple pie pie pie pie pie! An apple pie pie pie pie pie!!!!
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I think it's "a DAB of coleslaw," but yeah that's it.
I've had that pic for months, and it was just today I remembered the song. I never could remember the line near the end.
I still sing this damn ditty in my head!
the missing line is "and when you drive away, a tip upon our tray, we hope to find-find-find-find find...."
Sorry Wings! Thanks Caroline!
LOVE these episodes! :D
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