Gas Station Sushi
Ow! gas station sushi.
I want my gas station sushi.
I don't care about the cramps & the whooshi.
Just give me my gas station sushi.
I gotta have gas station sushi.
There's nothing else that runs quite through me.
So just give me my gas station sushi.
Ow! Gas station sushi, oowww! gas station sushi.
You know, this sushi, is really dinosaur sushi.
I got a T.Rex tearing up my bowels.
They can hear me coming by my growls.
Looking for more gas station sushi.
Ow! gas station sushi, oowww! gas station sushi.
I want my gas station sushi.
I don't care about the cramps & the whooshi.
Just give me my gas station sushi.
Did you know they call me the 'Sushi Whisperer'?
I keep telling them to "make it crisper!"
That how I like my gas station sushi.
Ooooh gas station sushi!
Ow! gas station sushi.
I gotta have gas station sushi.
But now I've go to run run...run!
Ooowww gas station sushi!!
Copyright © Jennifer Sanfilippo | Year Posted 2018
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