Hassle at the Castle Lyrics

There once was a lad at White Castle

Who picked out a clerk there to hassle

He grabbed her by the neck

He just wanted a peck

The boy was what we call an asshole

But the clerk there knew what she was doing

Rather than sitting their stewing

She grabbed him by the staff

And dipped it in the carafe

Of fresh coffee they always have brewing

He looked her dead in the eye, her

Grin something fiendish and dire

He let out a yip

As she gave it a rip

Hackey sacked it into the deep fryer

As His spud got browner and crisper

She turned to him with a smiling whisper

He crawled bleeding away

but could still hear her say

Thank you for the generous tip, sir

So consider this friendly reminder

The next time you go out to a diner

Be kind to the worker

Or you may find your jerker

Tween the paddies of a double slider

Disclaimer: white castle is a registered trademark of White Castle Management company incorporated. Its use is not intended to indicate an association with, or sponsorship by, White Castle, nor is it intended to disparage their fine products

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