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Smokin' Griddle Smokin' Griddle Smokin' Griddle Smokin' Griddle Have you heard about the guys Who sell burgers and skinny fries in town Wonder what
Flippin records like flatbread on the griddle. Norwegian farming food caught in the middle of the sublime. Orange branches reaching towards the sky,
charm Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle And life ain't
charm Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle And life
wax and it's cookin' on the griddle Got the guitar strummin' The drummer drummin' The people all hummin' And the vibe was lovin' Hey diddle
wax and it's cookin' on the griddle Got the guitar strummin' The drummer drummin' The people all hummin' And the vibe was lovin' Hey diddle
Run through the fields, sing with the birds You are the griddle, I am the meat I'll turn you on like the electric company You are the bitter, I
The cow jumped over the moon. Hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the griddle, The bug jumped on the cheese, The little boy laughed to see such fun,
The cow jumped over the moon. Hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the griddle, The bug jumped on the cheese, The little boy laughed to see such fun,
in the Jukebox jumpin' on the rhythm and blues Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes
you've been given The Devil's in the Jukebox jumpin' on the rhythm and blues Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry Mama 'bout
you've been given The Devil's in the Jukebox jumpin' on the rhythm and blues Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry Mama 'bout
a country boy Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
936 Looking at my wrist Do a little flip Let it sizzle MC like the griddle I don't take pennies for my thoughts no more Went and upped it to a nickel
Got Me A Fine Wife I Got Me A Fiddle When The Sun's Coming Up I Got Cakes On The Griddle Life Ain't Nothing But A Funy Funny Riddle Thank God I'm
Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but
God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but
beans That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle That's Texas with a capital T If I can't go to heaven, I've
the gristle Can you make my bacon sizzle Fiddle fiddle in the middle Then you chew it like the gristle Like I'm fresh up off the griddle Can you make my bacon
charm, thank God I'm a country boy. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle. And life ain't
Now if you want somethin' that's good and hot Just eat a hamburger it'll hit the spot You can see 'em on the griddle Goin' flippety flop Makes
Tired of it Hey! Turn the beat up some, bruh, this junk go hard Yessir, yessir, yessir Alright, yeah, yeah Cookin’ up just like a griddle It get hot in
butter brittle Crack y'all down, it's so easy, simple, eatin' this beat like a MacDonald's griddle Ay, eatin' this beat like a MacDonald's griddle, ay
Run em down run em down Run em down Hit em My nigga Drako You know he gonna get em Hit em in his head Knock em in his griddle That shit gon split
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