[VERSE 1 – crowd already clappin’ in rhythm] I woke up in Weymouth with me guts feelin’ hollow, Me stomach cried “GLAZE!” and I knew I must follow. Me hands were too full for a box or a sack, So I built me a holstah and strapped it to me back! [PRE-CHORUS – group shoutin’ in unison] Now I clack and I click and I pop one out clean, A powdered lil’ punch from a snacker’s machine! With a jelly in me mouth and a coffee in hand— I’m a Dunkin’ disciple with a munchkin plan! [HOOK – ALL IN, TANKARDS RAISED] 🎶 Dear Dunkin’... ye beautiful beast, Ye keep me well-fed and ye keep me well-greased! From Quincy to Gloucester, they all understand— That I got donut holes and a holstah on hand! 🎶 Dear Dunkin’... bless me soul, I’m a fightin’ man fueled by donut holes! [VERSE 2 – whistle solo rides over stompin’ boots] Got a four-round mag full o’ cinnamon dreams, And a jelly-shot burst when I’m low on steam. In the church of the glaze, I’m a holy knight, And I bless each bite with a napkin wipe! [BRIDGE – dramatic slow build w/ fiddle and beer-slosh rhythm] Oh the cops, they may chase me, And the doc may scold me… But I’ll die with powdered sugar On me lips so boldly! [HOOK – even rowdier, elbows swingin’] 🎶 Dear Dunkin’... ye sweet little witch, With your magic and holes, I’ve abandoned me fridge! From Somerville down to the docks of the Bay, We’re holsterin’ donuts and shoutin’ HOORAY! 🎶 Dear Dunkin’... I’ve lost control, But I’d trade me last pint for a donut-hole! [OUTRO – chant it like a war cry] 🎶 Click! Pop! Chew! Load me up again! 🎶 Click! Pop! Chew! With me sugared-up friends! 🎶 Click! Pop! Chew! No regrets, no shame! 🎶 New England runs on Dunkin’, and we all bleed glaze!! [OUTRO – chant it like a war cry] 🎶 Click! Pop! Chew! Load me up again! 🎶 Click! Pop! Chew! With me sugared-up friends! 🎶 Click! Pop! Chew! No regrets, no shame! 🎶 New England runs on Dunkin’, and we all bleed glaze!!
