| There’s a place just off the Gravenstein
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| Where the milkshakes flow like wine
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| The best damn breakfast Burrito
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| You can get anywhere anytime
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| When I think of them fried egg sandwishes
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| Well, my mouth starts waterin' hard
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| And them sweet potato fries
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| And onion rings taste just right
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| 'Cause they don’t fry in lard
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| Well fancy ketchup, bendy straw
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| This ain’t your average ma and pa
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| Grab a booth or sit outside
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| Have a dose of rainbow pride
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| Order at the window sill
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| And watch 'em fry up there on the grill
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| Bring your daughters, bring your sons
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| They serve their franks on gourmet buns
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| Tell your friends to come and see
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| 'Cause no one serves it up quite like D
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| House-a-Hula Burger
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| Got teriyaki pineapple rings
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| Caliente Burger
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| Hot chiles that’ll make you sing
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| Malted buttermilk pancakes all day long
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| Malted buttermilk pancakes all day long |