The Hamburger against French Food
Hamburger oh hamburger...I love you so don't you know,
Your kaiser roll and that grease that slides from the lettuce,
Baguettes and muffins don't stand a chance against you,
Your heart clogging ways have changed the course of history.
Oh how the roll went toasted...it's buttery freshness undefined,
Pull the tomato from your greatness and the battle would be lost,
The Eiffel tower would fall if one ate a glorious hamburger there,
Bite after bite, crumb after crumb, i often think of you at night.
Grease oh grease...beef oh beef, don't want bison no turkey...only beef,
American cheese no...Swiss cheese nope...please give me provolone on you,
Don't want french fries on your sides, it doesn't help your reputation no,
Give me your juicy tender insides, your salt and pepper seasoned greatness.
So hamburger oh hamburger I love your greasy talks at night,
Helps to defines my rolls on my sides, my fat intake increasing constantly,
But the French don't want you, they want their Salad and bread,