We gonna get that bread
We gonna get that cheddar
We gonna get some lettuce
Put that shit together
We gonna get that bread
We gonna get that cheddar
We gonna get some lettuce
Put that shit together
Til I’m dead
Gotta get this bread
Gotta find a way to get up out of the red
Gotta get these thoughts up out of my head
before I wind up dead
Gotta find a way stack those chips
Gotta find a way to strike it rich
Got to find my purpose like a truffle pig
Before the Gravedigger comes along and digs my ditch
Hoping for a crumb of that American pie
Here’s a bite - hope you don’t choke and die
It’s all smoke and lies
But I see through the hokey disguise
Of your cloaking device
A nice surprise would be
If I didn’t have to ask twice for you to pass those extra fries
We lootin this gluten
We gonna obtain this grain
We gonna finagle this bagel
You probably think I'm insane
But I'll take one with everything, and one plain