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  1. Burger Van Len

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Sometimes I believe it’s just the truckers and me
They stop by for a hot dog and a cup of tea
I’m a throwback they tell me that I’ve gone out of style
Tell them a joke an always give them a smile
I’ve seen them come, I’ve seen them go
Better than any picture show I

Always give them peace and love and understanding
You don’t get at fast food joints with their American branding

See all of life’s rich tapestry
On the northbound slip road to the new M3
Cook up chips, dispense philosophy
Like Buddha they sit listening to me

I’m Burger Van Len
With the Zen of the M27
I’ll fry you bacon my friend and then
Teach you to get into heaven

I put up the specials, chalk them up on the board
Gold and silver bunting hung up on my old Ford
Capri – it’s been my chariot since 1985
Original upholstery, same fluffy dice
Personal touch I remember their names
Most of them stop by again and again

Always give them peace and love and understanding
You don’t get at fast food joints with their American branding

See all of life’s rich tapestry
On the northbound slip road to the new M3
Cook up chips, dispense philosophy
Like Buddha they sit listening to me

I’m Burger Van Len
With the Zen of the M27
I’ll fry you bacon my friend and then
Teach you to get into heaven

If it’s coffee you want then I’ve got the best
You can get in a can
If anyone can feed the 5000 round here
Then I’m the man
I know that it won’t make me rich
I saw the face of Christ in a fried egg sandwich
Or maybe it was just the yolk
But don’t you tell them

I’m Burger Van Len
With the Zen of the M27
I’ll fry you bacon my friend and then
Teach you to get into heaven