The Field Test Song (Burger Count)

I'm on field test for a week
Crossing Europe so to speak
When my stomach starts to ache
I ask my colleagues for a break
Now I look for the golden sign
I want some burgers to be mine
Everybody sees it shine
There is nothing to align

One, two, three, four burger count
Charge it to my bank account
Burgers make the world go round
You just have to look around
I can handle this amount
One, two, three, four, burger count

One, two, three, four

I don't want no fruits to eat
Even in the summer heat
Cast away that neat milk shake
Do not like that T-bone steak
When I see a burger sign
I just want them to be mine
Everybody sees it shine
There is nothing to align

One, two, three, four burger count
Charge it to my bank account
Burgers make the world go round
You just have to look around
I can handle this amount
One, two, three, four, burger count

One, two, three, four

Yesterday we went through France
Then I saw another chance
Even in the land of food
I was able to conclude
We stopped near the river Rhine
And some burgers could be mine
Everybody sees it shine
There is nothing to align

One, two, three, four burger count
Charge it to my bank account
Burgers make the world go round
You just have to look around
I can handle this amount
One, two, three, four, burger count

One, two, three, four burger count
Charge it to my bank account
Burgers make the world go round
You just have to look around
I can handle this amount
One, two, three, four, burger count

One, two, three, four



Credits
Writer(s): Christoph Neuß, Christopher Wurr
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