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Black Hole Burger Joint
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Way out, Past the moon,
On Space Interstate 302,
You'll find the place where all the cool cats stay,
Aliens from purple to gray.
Stop in and you just might,
Have a Cosmic Burger tonight,
woah, man, yea...
Round and round and round and round and round and round the sun,
We don't do burgers well done.
Hockey pucks, that's bogus man,
We make our burgers the best we can
Our Chef's name is Gobble'da Gork,
He's from, ya know, Planet Zork,
I ran out of words to say.
Black Hole Burger Joint.
Burger Joint floatin' around,
On an asteroid the speed of sound.
Here we go, goin' again,
Goin' past Saturn, friend.
Here we go, woah man,
I ran out of words again.
I rhymed again with man that doesn't really work, woah...
(Saturn Solo Incoming)
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