Freedom Fries

[intro]
Excuse me, mam, excuse me, sir,
Did you know, it’s quite a blur…
Belgium took the golden prize,
When it comes to frying fries!

[verse]
Fact-check the humor, wrong wars galore,
Belgian lore, we can’t ignore.
Freedom fries? Oh, what a joke!
Let’s keep the history’s heavy yoke.

[pre-chorus]
Why are Belgian fries so damn fine?
’Cuz they’re the crisp of the line!
How to make a Belgian go loco?
In a round room, fries in the corner! (Hey, whoa!)

[chorus]
In the land of ketchup free,
Patriots cheer for liberty!
But knock-offs rule with spite,
No real fry in sight!
Freedom fries, oh, can’t you see,
They’re a greasy parody!

[verse 2]
Proud jocks of the House of Spite,
No reprieve from the food fight.
Serve up lies with fries on the side,
False facts, and pride worldwide.

[bridge]
Rhetoric hot, yapping loud,
Jocks in suits, heads too proud.
Mocking, blocking, facts all junk,
Political fries served with funk!

[chorus]
In the land of ketchup free,
Patriots cheer for liberty!
But knock-offs rule with spite,
No real fry in sight!
Freedom fries, oh, can’t you see,
They’re a greasy parody!

[verse 3]
Junk jokes, sarcastic and cheap,
Proud mockers can’t go too deep.
Logic’s lost, but punchlines soar,
Souls unrefined, fries on the floor!

[outro]
In a land that’s lost its bite,
Fries may never get it right.
Freedom fries, forever spun,
Greasy tales have just begun…

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V2:
[Verse 1]
Excuse me, sir, and you, dear ma’am,
Did you hear the Belgian scam?
They fry ‘em best, it’s quite the feat,
Golden crisp and oh so sweet!
Wrong wars and twisted pride we boast,
While Belgian fries take home the most!

[Chorus]
Freedom fries, freedom lies,
Frying truth with salty eyes,
From the land where ketchup reigns,
Serve it hot with no refrains!
Laugh it up and take a bite,
Patriotic snack delight!

[Verse 2]
Why are Belgian fries so damn fine?
They’re the crispy stars that shine!
Want to drive a Belgian mad? Here’s the key:
Toss him in a round room with fries, you’ll see!
In the land of “freedom snacks,”
Facts get fried, there’s no turning back.

[Chorus]
Freedom fries, freedom lies,
Frying truth with salty eyes,
From the land where ketchup reigns,
Serve it hot with no refrains!
Laugh it up and take a bite,
Patriotic snack delight!

[Bridge]
Knock-offs and loud jocks, marching to the beat,
Of junk-fed minds and patriotic heat.
Fools line up, serving lies with fries,
Chomping down on rhetoric and empty cries.
Idiotic facts, twisted to the core,
All in the name of a fast-food war.

[Outro]
Dumb jokes, punching low,
Sarcastic wit in full glow.
No logic, just a show,
Feeding souls with empty dough.
So raise your fries, raise them high,
Salute the snack and let truth slide by!