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boom, like that im going to san bernardino ring-a-ding-ding milkshake mixers thats my thing, now these guys bought a heap of my stuff and i gotta see a good thing sure enough, now or my names not kroc thats kroc with a k like crocodile but not spelled that way, yeah its dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that the folks line up all down the street and im seeing this girl devour her meat, now and then i get it, wham as clear as day my pulse begins to hammer and i hear a voice say: these boys have got this down oughtta be a one of these in every town these boys have got the touch its clean as a whistle and it dont cost much wham, bam you dont wait long shake, fries patty, youre gone and how about that friendly name? heck, every little thing oughtta stay the same or my names not kroc thats kroc with a k like crocodile but not spelled that way, now its dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that you gentlemen ought to expand youre going to need a helping hand, now so, gentlemen well, what about me? well make a little business history, now or my names not kroc call me ray like crocodile but not spelled that way, now its dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that well we build it up and i buy em out but, man they made me grind it out, now they open up a new place flipping meat so i do, too right across the street i got the name i need the town they sell up in the end and it all shuts down sometimes you gotta be an s.o.b. you wanna make a dream reality competition? send em south if theyre gonna drown put a hose in their mouth do not pass go go straight to hell i smell that meat hook smell or my names not kroc thats kroc with a k like crocodile but not spelled that way, now its dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that
KRAMER (shouting over the cycle's engine): Hey! You ever been in an accident?
BIKER: About five years ago. I was going down this very road. Same time of day, going about the same speed I'm going now...there was a rock in the road. Couldn't have been more than a pebble. Never really saw it! Lost control of the bike, went flyin' about a hundred feet - came down right on my head. Cracked it wide open! Blood and stuff was just splattered all over the road, there...I broke every bone in my face. Hey, you know, when they found me, my eyes were hanging out of their sockets? Yeah, they pronounced me dead at the scene. I was in a coma for...well, they told me about a year...said I'd be a vegetable for life. Yeah, but I showed 'em. Ever since then I always wear a helmet! Lean!
Yeah, I know, the song is a dig at McDonald's.
But the title seemed appropriate.
Bikes 'n geetarrs jus' seem ta go together.
"If you wanna run cool, you got to run on heavy, heavy fuel."