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CAR HOP SONG (BURGER ON A BUN) From : The Flintstones (William Hanna / Joseph Barbera) 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 great dill pickle And all of our potatoes are french fried, fried, fried, Our burgers can't be beat, 'Cause we grind our own meat, Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, When you drive away, You'll really hear us say, We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye! And as your on your way, A tip upon our tray We hope to find, find, find, find, find We hope to find, find, find, find, find. Reprise by 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 If Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble Think that they're not in a lot of trouble They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind (Contributed by Andy & Mogg - February 2003)

    


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