Lyrics:
barked
When you smelled your favorite food
Dairy Queen always for two
You always loved their salty fries
You were the only person I could make happy
This
on track
Skip the chips skip the fries
Choose the greens you feel alive
Every bite makes us thrive
Healthy living we arrive
Watermelon juicy crisp
rings
french fries coke & spicy chicken wings
Well sometimes I think I could eat you alive
But I'm always in need for that little ride
This is too
better, paracetamol and codeine
Feel much better on heat, I get hot
With wine gum's and diesel
Pot noodle or fries
I'd rather die from emphysema
Than
fries!
What future's left for those yet unborn?
A scorched husk of a world, barren and torn
We stole their chances with our selfish greed
Now they'll
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
We is screamin' through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
Where
the Nations
Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah
Go back to the country to go
This love shit gotta wait
Got bigger fish to fry
Talking bigger shit than you and I
I got little brothers that probably
Don't even remember me
You
us up
Someday we will all die
The ozone said you will all fry
Let the deniers
Be the first to go
My dear
Let them walk the path
From this heavenly
She in her bag like the fries at the bottom
All of her ex's is mad cause I got her
Missing her perfume all over my collar
She about her bills like
apart!
To the light, finna ride
Across the sky on a star!
It'd be so beautiful...
Aye, death could be so beautiful...
Aye
Think I'd rather fry
Get a light
Snacking on French Fries & Frosties
Sipping on lemon limes and RCs
I wonder how it'll look from our seats
When we're behind the scenes
Snacking
for the show
No cage to obey
I'm on my way
Going low
Thirsty for them thighs
Just like for some french fries
CRRSHH
Let me in I'm just next door
Come
and she knows she's going to fry
It's been too long, she can't get out of it
She moves on to another guy
I sit around feeling sorry for myself again
I
CVS's security's useless cause I'm taking what I like
He seems mighty dower
He gets paid by the hour
He's got bigger fish to fry
I don't think and I
and she knows she's going to fry
It's been too long, she can't get out of it
She moves on to another guy
I sit around feeling sorry for myself again
I
town
Big ass cola, XL fries
A quarter pound cheeseburger
Old McDonald's got a way
To get away with murder
And you can do it to
Cause stealing ain't
can't break
When I see your face
You're my baby mine
You're my starry skies at the beach at night
Or the large milkshake I get with my fries
You're light
Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
Took a whole lotta tryin'
Just to get up that hill
Now we're up in the big leagues
want to feel
I'll just lie
Where's my lines
Fry my brain
Going insane
This my life
This my life
Where is my fry and ham bone? Where is it?
you psychotic, fella
Fry me, dry me, put me in a pan
I make risotto and soup so grand
Balmy umami makes the flavor pop
I'm all that's left when your
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them you-Drive-'Em Army Jeep
Still dip their fries in Mayo
And still pray to a white Jesus
And they've only been to Mexico
To drink on a resort
And when they hit the club they're
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