Beefy, meaty, so-so yum,
I smell smoke out there grillin' in the sun.

Char 'em brown, char 'em brown,
Flip 'em round, but char 'em brown,
The hotdogs are hot.
So how you want yours be?
(Just a little bloody with a pickle or three)

Grill some topped with cheese,
Come grease your chin.
Get easin' in some season,
Get down - enjoy din.

Char 'em brown, char 'em brown,
Grilled ground round, just char it brown,
It's fresh and it's hot,
Not like Mickey Dee's.
(Get down everybody; it's a picnic you see)

Ooze out the juices slow as tar,
Booze out on juices from a jar,
Lose one, into the pit chars,
Gas - boo! (Not me) Char-que.

Grill up some mushrooms, drool you'll go,
You'll feel all tinglish, eat on patio.

Char the round, char it brown,
Gettin' down, on charred ground round.
Bush® beans in the pot,
Cuttin' cheese soon be,
(This sure beats the hell out of old Mickey Dee's)

[Instrumental Interlude]

Onions and mushrooms grilled so slow,
Not Burger King-ish, that's too fatty-oh!

Royal Crown®, Chug some down,
Gettin' down, while charrin' brown,
It sure hits the spot,
Summertime's so free,
(Make mine little bloody with a pickle or three)

[Sax dominated instrumental conclude]