| I’m going to San Bernardino, ring-a-ding-ding
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| Milkshake mixers, that’s my thing now
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| These guys bought a heap of my stuff
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| And I gotta see a good thing sure enough now
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| Or my name is not Kroc, it’s Kroc with a K
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| Like crocodile but not spelt that way now
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| It’s dog eat dog, rat eat rat
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| Kroc style, boom like that
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| Folks line up all down the street
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| Now I am seeing this girl devour her meat now
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| And then I get it--wham--as clear as day
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| My pulse begins to hammer then I hear a voice say
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| These boys have got this down
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| Ought to be one of these in every town
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| These boys have got the touch
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| It’s clean as a whistle and it don’t cost much
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| Wham bam, don’t wait long
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| Shake fries patty — you’re gone
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| And how about that friendly name
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| Heck, every little thing gotta stay the same
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| You gentlemen ought to expand
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| You’re gonna need a helping hand now
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| So gentlemen, well, what about me?
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| We’ll make a little business history now
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| Or my name’s not Kroc, call me Ray
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| Like crocodile, but not spelt that way now
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| It’s dog eat dog, rat eat rat
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| Kroc style, boom like that
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| Well, we’ll build it up and I’ll buy them out
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| But man they made me grind it out now
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| They open up a new place flippin' meat
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| So I do too, right across the street
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| I got the main I need the town
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| They sell up in the end and it all shuts down
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| Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B
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| If you wanna make a dream reality
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| Competition, sent 'em south
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| If they’re gonna drown put a hose in their mouth
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| Do not pass «Go», go straight to hell
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| I smell that meat hook smell
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| Or my name is not Kroc that’s Kroc with a K
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| Like crocodile, but not spelt that way now
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| Ohh, it’s dog eat dog, rat eat rat
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| Dog eat dog, rat eat rat now
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| Ohh, it’s dog eat dog, rat eat rat
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| Kroc style, boom like that |