Now we're here again on a Thursday We're not going home yet, are you a weakling? Come here baby, let me touch your six-pack I take a tear and I feel like a fake-mac Roll kebab, or roll with you Chili cheese tops, we're talking extra spice Even though the boys are hot, it'll be another time Because I'm going to try it night and day Because I've got fries on Pizza with dressing on Because I've got fries on Because I've got fries on Because I've got fries on Because I've got fries on I see you're coming towards me again Turn me around like a kebab, I'm not afraid The boys are hot, I'll have to push them But I'd rather get you home, JK, okay Because I've got my dude with falafel No one can touch my waffles Especially at two o'clock I could stay, but I'd rather go to school Roll kebab, or roll with you Chili cheese tops, we're talking extra spice Even though the boys are hot, it'll be another time Because I'm going to try it night and day Because I've got fries on Pizza with dressing on Because I've got fries on Because I've got fries on Take my hand, now we're going to Flo My fjällræv is filled with kylinge lår Impress me with mega-dur champagne But please, just give me some lasagne Because I've got fries on Because I've got fries on Because I've got fries on
