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[Intro] "Oh my God, Becky, look at his bun. It is so round and so empty, but you know, who understands those burger people. I don't even know why they want them, kay. I mean, that burger is just so bland."
[Verse: Vanilla Ice] I like big buns and I cannot lie You burger lovers can't deny That when a grill fires behind a backyard [?] And there's a hotdog on your plate The choice ain't tough, wanna pull up [?] 'Cause you noticed that the bun was stuffed With ketchup, mustard, relish This hotdog's making you jealous Oh, Bar-S, I would never switch ya Wanna take your picture My frank is cooked so warmly And this bun I got makes me so hungry Oh, something's cookin' You think I'd rather ordеr in? Well, excuse mе, excuse me 'Cause I ain't that average foodie I seen 'em grillin' Don't care if I'm spillin' No crock pot Could ever beat a dog that's hot I'm tried of fries and wings Seein' hotdogs in my dreams Take the average chef and tell him that Uh, he's got a blue red pack So, fellas (Yeah), ladies (Yeah) Has your barbecue got Bar-S (Oh yeah) Tell 'em to taste it (Taste it), taste it (Taste it) Taste that tasty stuff, baby got buns
[Outro] Bar-S franks, so hot, so juicy Bar-S franks, so hot, so juicy Bar-S franks, so hot, so juicy Baby got buns