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Tried to amend my carnivorous habits. |
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Made it nearly seventy days, |
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Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds, |
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Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays. |
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But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams |
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Some kind of sensuous treat. |
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Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulgur wheat, |
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But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat. |
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Cheeseburger is paradise. |
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Heaven on earth with an onion slice. |
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Not too particular, not too precise. |
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I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. |
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Heard about the old time sailor men, |
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They eat the same thing again and again; |
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Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead. |
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Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn. |
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But times have changed for sailors these days. |
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When I'm in port I get what I need; |
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Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris, |
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But that American creation on which I feed! |
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Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with mustard'd be nice |
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Not too particular, not too precise |
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I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. |
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I like mine with lettuce and tomato |
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Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes |
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Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer |
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Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer |
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For a cheeseburger in paradise |
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Makin' the best of every virtue and vice. |
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Worth every damn bit of sacrifice |
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To get a cheeseburger in paradise; |
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To be a cheeseburger in paradise. |
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I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. |
