Cool as a cucumber Cruisin' 'round the cul-de-sac Lost my years picklin' I don't even want 'em back I've got Dill in my jar Brine to the bar Anise like a star Feelin' like a Tzar Go ahead Pop my roof Catch me aloof Turned a sleuth and found the truth See, I look out the jar no further Know I'm the pickle for the burger Kill, maim, or capture Already know my rapture I know I can writhe in this water and salt Scream that it's your fault Succumb to our occultism And submit to Botulism Nah I love my buns and beef The human drawn from smokey reef Wedge me on the side Squeeze me on the fries Q sauce on the left Hunger soon bereft Salad on the right Bring me into the light