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 grafts

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