Damn, I’d kill for that monster burger tonight. Red dirt parking lot, '85 Chevy That greasy screen door smackin’ the lodge Old man Ray with a salt-and-pepper beard Yellin’ “What’ll it be?” loud enough to be feared Double meat, double cheese, jalapeño kick On a homemade bun so thick you’d get sick Sweat drippin’ off the bacon press That son of a bitch knew how to bless. Monster Burger, you dirty, beautiful sin I’d sell my truck just to taste you again Juice runnin’ down to my elbow and soul That one bite made a broke boy whole Monster Burger, where’d you go? Left me here with these fast-food ghosts. Ray cussed my daddy when he asked for a fork Said “Boy, use your hands, this ain’t New York” Pickles so sharp they’d wake the dead Secret sauce sloppin’ all over the bread Friday nights, speakers blown in his shack You couldn’t lift that thing without a heart attack Now that lot’s a bank and Ray’s in the ground But that craving still drags me all over this town. Monster Burger, you dirty, beautiful sin I’d sell my truck just to taste you again Juice runnin’ down to my elbow and soul That one bite made a broke boy whole Monster Burger, where’d you go? Left me here with these fast-food ghosts. (spoken) “Ray, if you’re listenin’ upstairs… fire up the grill. I’m comin’ hungry.” Monster Burger, you beautiful damn mess One more bite and I’d confess I’d trade my toolbox, my dog, my name For that greasy paper plate of flame Monster Burger, you’re gone, I know But I’ll chase that taste ’til they lay me low. Yeah… I’ll chase that taste ’til they lay me low. (Mutter) Goddamn, Ray. That was the one.
