Lyrics
Intro
Yeah, listen up, baby.
The world's moving fast, but we're holding court.
Step into my kitchen, grab a stool.
We're cooking up something real smooth.
Ring-a-ding-ding. Let's ride.
Verse 1
I'm dropping a rhyme for the big-leaguers
Forget all the jive about greasy meat-eaters
I'm swinging downtown for a vegetable prize
A barn-burner burger right before your eyes
Two slices of bun, yeah, we toast 'em up right
Golden brown, sitting pretty in the Vegas night
Hold up a glass, let's pour the cabernet
We're building a dish in a major way
Chorus
Oh, the beetroot burger, baby, sweet and deep
It's a culinary rhythm that'll make you weep
Root to the stem, man, it's out of this world
The greatest creation to ever unfurl
Yeah, it's crimson and clean, a sight to behold
A purple-red masterpiece, solid gold
Verse 2
Step into the garden, pluck the crimson delight
Shred up the beetroots, keep the colors bright
Mix in some grains and a hint of the spice
Toss in the oats, man, you gotta be nice
Form up a patty that's heavy and round
Listen to the sizzle make a beautiful sound
Flip it real quick with a twitch of the wrist
This ain't no bunter, this is top of the list
Top with the provolone, melt it on top
Keep the grease out of it, let the cherry juice drop
Chorus
Oh, the beetroot burger, baby, sweet and deep
It's a culinary rhythm that'll make you weep
Root to the stem, man, it's out of this world
The greatest creation to ever unfurl
Yeah, it's crimson and clean, a sight to behold
A purple-red masterpiece, solid gold
Intro
Light up the room, boys.
This burger's a gas.
Yeah.
Put it on a china plate.
We're cashing out this party.
Ring-a-ding-ding, baby.
Burger Vultures out
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