Cruisin' For Burgers and Fries (with audio)
Posted: February 2nd, 2009, 1:02 pm
Cruisin'
Lrod and the Freefall Lyric Ensemble
CRUISIN'
(for burgers & fries)
Ooh, ooh, she rolled into the Dairy Heaven
Ooh, ooh, just a quarter past eleven
Every Senior in the school was there
You know the scene was really cool for
(Chorus)
Cruisin for burgers and fries
Cruisin' for burgers and fries
Cruisin' for burgers and fries
She's got stars in her eyes
She's cruisin for burgers and fries
She's cruisin'
Hold the onion and the pickle
Just in case she wants to tickle the fancy
Of some guy who rides a motorsickle
(or maybe a GTO)
You know she's kinda fickle specially when she's
(Chorus)
Polly Rythm was a carhop
Catchin' tips at Dairy Heaven
You know she ain't too bad
'Specially after the Burgundy I had
You know I stole it from my dad (daddy-o)
Oooohh Polly Rythm
All the fellas say you do it with 'em
Lately old Doctor Todd
Is thinking that it's mighty odd
How everybody on the football squad
The backfield, the linemen and the waterboy
They're havin trouble passin water, boy
He thinks that they were drillin'
A well for penicillin
(oh, Polly Rythm)
You really left it with 'em, left 'em
(Chorus)
Lrod and the Freefall Lyric Ensemble
CRUISIN'
(for burgers & fries)
Ooh, ooh, she rolled into the Dairy Heaven
Ooh, ooh, just a quarter past eleven
Every Senior in the school was there
You know the scene was really cool for
(Chorus)
Cruisin for burgers and fries
Cruisin' for burgers and fries
Cruisin' for burgers and fries
She's got stars in her eyes
She's cruisin for burgers and fries
She's cruisin'
Hold the onion and the pickle
Just in case she wants to tickle the fancy
Of some guy who rides a motorsickle
(or maybe a GTO)
You know she's kinda fickle specially when she's
(Chorus)
Polly Rythm was a carhop
Catchin' tips at Dairy Heaven
You know she ain't too bad
'Specially after the Burgundy I had
You know I stole it from my dad (daddy-o)
Oooohh Polly Rythm
All the fellas say you do it with 'em
Lately old Doctor Todd
Is thinking that it's mighty odd
How everybody on the football squad
The backfield, the linemen and the waterboy
They're havin trouble passin water, boy
He thinks that they were drillin'
A well for penicillin
(oh, Polly Rythm)
You really left it with 'em, left 'em
(Chorus)