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Here we Bbcome on the run With a Bbburger on a bun And a dab of coleslaw on the Fside Oh your Ftaste we will tickle With a Fcold dill pickle And all of our potatoes are french Bbfried fried fried Our Bbburgers can't be beat Because we Bbgrind our own meat Grind grind grind grind D#grind And D#when you drive aAway A Bbtip upon our G7tray We hope to Cfind find find find find We hope to find find find find Bbfind