“[singing] Here we come / On the run / With a burger on a bun / And a dab of coleslaw on the side / Oh, your tastes we will tickle / With a cold dill pickle / And all of our potatoes are French fried, fried, fried / Our burgers can't be beat / Cuz we grind our own meat / Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind! [BOOM!] When you drive away... / A tip upon our tray... / We hope to find, find, find, find, find / We hope to find, find, find, find, fi-i-ind!”
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