Oh, I'm a burger, oh so sad, With all the toppings, but no one to Mad, I'm made of love, with cheese so fine, But no one dances, to my beat at all, In a bun of brown, with lettuce green, I yearn for the beat, that's so serene, My onions cry, my tomatoes sigh, For someone to tap their feet, to my fries, A pickle in pain, a mustard complaint, We're waiting for a dance, to bring us some delight, Oh, I wish someone would come and join, And make this burger, with soul, alive, So, if you're passing, with your eyes so keen, Look at me, the sad burger with a dream, Let your heart move, to the rhythm of my dance, And I'll be happy, so don't you fence.