I Work At Burger King Lyrics
Ding fries are done
ding fries are done
ding fries are done
ding fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I work at Burger King making flame-broiled whoppers I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Ding fries are done
ding fries are done
ding fries are done
ding fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
Don't touch the fries in hot fat it really hurts bad and so do skin grafts
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Wait for the bell
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Can't hear the bell
Where is the bell
Wait for the bell
Ding fries are done
Diiing friiies are dooone
Bum i said ding fries are done
