But at night I'd had these
wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zuchinni, fettucini or
bulghar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge
hunk of meat
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion
slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too
precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in
paradise
Heard about the old time sailor
men
They eat the same thing again
and again
Warm beer and bread they said
could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the
menu at a Holiday Inn
Times have changed for sailors
these days
When I'm in port I get what
I need
Not just Havanas or bananas
or daiquiris
But that American creation
on which I feed
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be
nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion
slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in
paradise
I like mine with lettuce and
tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried
potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold
draft beer
Well good God Almighty which
way do I steer for my
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Makin' the best of every virtue
and vice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
(paradise)
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in
paradise
Coda:
I like mine with lettuce and
tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried
potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold
draft beer
Well good God Almighty which
way do I steer for
Marco Giunco |
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