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!!!!