Imagine us rollin’ out
to the diners, drive-ins, & dives
all over this nation
& you, so delicious—
I would eat you on a flip-flop,
I would let you drive my Camaro,
my lights-out little lady
Next level, baby
We’d be next level
We’d be off the hook
We’d be out-of-bounds
We’d be the mayors of our own Flavortown
