Space GhostDing! Fries Are Done

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
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