We’re in the kitchen
Of the candy store
The sweetest place I know
The caramel apples
The chocolate fudge
And peanut brittle to go

Oh yeah
Looks like heaven to me
Oo we
It’s where I want to be
Hold on
I’m a victim of circumstance
Fast food’s got
A hold on me
And I don’t stand a chance

I love burgers
And I love fries
I wanna milkshake on the side
Cheese and ketchup everywhere
There’s nothin’ that we won’t try

Hot dogs comin’
From everywhere
There’ll be mustard on my face
Give me onions
And relish, too
This is my favorite place