And now I’m all hungry-like…

It shut down the freeway
when it flipped over and died
The cops on the scene just waved me on by

The catering truck was dead and like a scene from a murder
Its vital fluids flowed across the road…
…It had served its last burger

The mess was slick and the traffic was tough
But I plowed my way through
The grease and the muck

The traffic broke up
Time to twist the throttle and fly
But I spent the next 300 miles cursing…

that my bike smells like burnt French fries…

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