Baconator Rolling Thunder

(ooh, yeah)

Rolling down highway

seventy-five

Running on empty but feeling alive Saw that red-headed girl on the

sign

Pulled in the drive,

right on time

I need that fire-grilled taste tonight

Make everything feel alright

(oh, make it right) Give me a Baconator and a big old

fry

Cold chocolate Frosty rising high

Square-cut patties on a toasted bun That drive-thru feast has just begun

(yeah, alright)

Dip them hot fries straight in the sweet

Nothing compares to this paper-bag treat

Four for four, or a spicy chicken blend I'll keep on

coming back

again and again

Square-cut patties on a toasted bun Yeah,

we're eating on the run

(ooh, yeah)