[Verse 1: Bob]
All of my life, I've been told to slow down
To stop, to rest, take a look around
That life could be more than a pile of ground beef
And while I believe that that's your belief

[Chorus: Bob]
Nothing makes me happier
Than serving some food to some guy
It may seem so boring, it might get you snoring
But to me it's the Fourth of July

Oh, nothing makes me happier
Than the smell of a freshly-baked bun
Nothing makes me happier
Than a burger that's perfectly done

[Verse 2: Bob]
Oh, the crumpled-up napkin
All covered in grease
The french fries so crisp that you'll call the police
It's not bragging to say that they might cause world peace

[Outro: Bob]
Nothing makes me happier
Than cooking again and again
But nothing makes me happier
Than them