Burgers on the grill
Burgers on the grill
I’ve really had my fill
Of burgers on the grill
When the relatives go home
I’m stuck with chicken bones
And burgers on the grill
There’s a steak tip on the coals
It fell down through the holes
And now it’s caught on fire
Smells like a funeral pyre
I was tryin’ to get it back
But it’s turnin’ pretty black
Steak tip on the coals
Yeah!
Wiener on the foil
The skin begins to boil
I dropped it in the soil
I thought that it was spoiled
So I washed it with a hose
And fed it to Aunt Rose
Wiener on the foil
Burgers on the grill
Burgers on the grill
Bob Rivers – Burgers On The Grill Lyrics