Bacon Ranch Ramble

(hell yeah) Rolling down the highway,

sun is sinking low

Tired of the highway,

nowhere left to go

Then I see the beacon,

shining red and white Pulling in the driveway,

everything is right

Give me that hot and juicy,

square-cut on the grill With a frosty chocolate shaking up my chill

Golden crispy french fries,

salted just enough

Southern style craving, yeah we love that stuff (oh yeah)

Baconator stacked up, reaching for the sky

One bite of that goodness,

tears up in my eye

Don't need nothing fancy,

don't need no delay

Just that drive-thru window,

ending up my day

(work it) Give me that hot and juicy,

square-cut on the grill With a frosty chocolate shaking up my chill

Golden crispy french fries,

salted just enough

Southern style craving, yeah we love that stuff Yeah,

square-cut on the grill

(mhmm, so good)