Buttered bread, in my soul
Every sauce out of control
Do it all to feed them all this beef
grill is here, about to blow
Waitin' for me to light the coal
Out the burgers, fries go up
I'm home!
And my father said, when I was younger
Hard times need buttered bread (buttered bread!)
You cook it all away, I serve it all away
Can't take my weiners!
Here to watch the game
a burger made with grain
I grilled my weiner
Now you cook for me
You took my seat
But not my wings
You'll salt the meat until the end
I ate my cheese sticks!
