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 like an apple pie with that
would 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

Dont touch the fries in hot fat it really hurts bad and so do skin graphs

would like an apple pie with that
would like an apple pie with that

Wait for the bell
cant hear the bell
where is the bell
wait for the bell

Ding fries are done
diiing friiies are dooone