Amy Arena - Cheeseburger Lyrics
I want a hamburgerI want a slab of rare beef with blood streaking from itBecause that's the way I like itI don't want an ordinary burgerI want a super burgerNot a quarter pounder, not a half pounder, not a three quarter pounderI want a real WhopperGive me a pound of raw meatWith flies chasing after itI wanna eat it allI wanna put the whole thing in my mouth...I want it with all the works too:Mustard, ketchup, onions, relish, tomatoes, lettuceAnd bring me horseradish and a bottle of TobascoBecause I like my burgers hot and spicyThen get the cheese:I'll take some American cheese, Cheddar cheese, Limburger cheese, Pepper cheeseAnd mix it all together 'cause I like a little variety in my mealAnd cheese is as American as apple pieI wanna eat it allI wanna put the whole thing in my mouth...Until every bit is chewed, swallowed and rolling and turning in my stomachI'm going to hold it back in my stomachAnd wait until I meet a man-Just the right manYou know...the man wearing a flannel suitAnd the pinpoint Oxford shirt from Brooks BrothersWith a paisley tieWho looks at me with lust in his eyesAnd thinks he is the conqueror of the EarthBecause he's moderately successful and uptightAnd I'm going to puke it out all over himOn his tie and on his shirt and on his suitAnd I won't stop puking all over himUntil he admitsThat his love and his lust and his godAre living in his crotchAnd he realizes who and what his creator isAnd why he is looking at me with lust in his eyesI also want a diet CokeAnd some french fries tooI wanna eat it allI wanna put the whole thing in my mo
