Beak
I love my job, and my job loves me
I'd gladly spend my life just mixing refried beans
As the nozzles steam, I'll be crowned Lord of the Fries
And gather sour cream, as the cars drive by
Professionally
And without fail
I'll give obesity a hand
It's 3 a.m., and I know they'll be closed soon
But you won't find me there, I'm glaring at the moon
I'd gladly spend my life just mixing refried beans
As the nozzles steam, I'll be crowned Lord of the Fries
And gather sour cream, as the cars drive by
Professionally
And without fail
I'll give obesity a hand
It's 3 a.m., and I know they'll be closed soon
But you won't find me there, I'm glaring at the moon
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Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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