Car Hop Song (Burger On A Bun)
Composer(s): William Hanna - Joseph Barbera



Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a great dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried, fried, fried
Our burgers can't be beat
'Cause we grind our own meat
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind

When you drive away
You'll really hear us say
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
We bid you bye, bye, bye, bye, bye!

And as your on your way
A tip upon our tray
We hope to find, find, find, find, find
We hope to find, find, find, find, find

Reprise by Wilma and Betty

Here we come on the run
With a burger on a bun
And a dab of coleslaw on the side
Oh your taste we will tickle
With a cold dill pickle
And all of our potatoes are french fried fried fried
Our burgers can't be beat
Because we grind our own meat
grind grind grind grind grind

If Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble
Think that they're not in a lot of trouble
They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind
They're out of their mind mind mind mind mind