Ding! Fries Are Done

Ding! Fries Are Done Lyrics

Ding! Fries are done
Ding! Fries are done
Ding! Fries are done
Ding! Fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run

I work at Burger King making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?

Ding! Fries are done
Ding! Fries are done
Ding! Fries are done
Ding! Fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run

Don't touch the fries in hot fat
It really hurts bad and so do skin grabs
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?

Wait for the bell
Can't hear the bell
Where is the bell
Wait for the bell

Ding! Fries are done
Ding! Fries are done