The Car Hop Song versuri

Versuri The Flintstones & Jean Vander Pyl feat. Bea Benederet – The Car Hop Song lyrics

• Daisy ( „Charlie” ) and Gwendolyn ( „Irving” )
Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a cold dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are
French fried, fried, fried
Our burgers can’t be beat
Because we grind our own meat
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind
When you drive away
A tip upon our tray
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
• Wilma and Betty
Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a cold dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are
French fried, fried, fried
Our burgers can’t be beat
Because we grind our own meat
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind
…
Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble …
Are to blame for all our trouble …
And if they think that we’ll forget (spoken)
They’re out of their mind, mind, mind, mind, mind