Ghost Space Ding Fries Are Done Lyrics

Ding Fries Are Done Lyrics

I work at Burger King making flamer woopers, 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 bob for fries in hot fatty
meat. 

They hurt bad and so do skin grafts. 

Would you like an
apple pie with that? 

Would you like an apple pie with that? 

Where
is the bell? 

Wait for the bell. 

Can't hear the bell. 

Where
is the bell? 

Ding! Fries are done. 

Ding! Fries are done. 

Ding! Fries are done. 

Ding! Fries are done. 

I work at Burger
King making flamer woopers. 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.