A Night in Grill
Beep beep ding ding.
It pulls me from my trance.
What's it this time?
Beep beep ding ding.
Maybe a cheese, maybe a quarter,
oh no, not another double!
Beep beep ding ding.
What the hell is that?
Why can't you people eat ice cream?
Beep beep ding ding.
I'm going as fast as I can.
Beep beep ding ding.
Beep beep ding ding.
Can you tell I'm crazy yet?
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