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It's cold in here Like a superstore with those giant freezers How do they even keep those cold With no doors I guess lots of cold air circulation Or little freezer elves Happily blowing their icy breath At the frozen bagels and crinkle-cut fries But the latter is far less likely I wonder though What does the machine look like The one that makes fries crinkle-cut I think that's why they made that one show The one that shows how everything is made People get curious And need a distraction Let's see how Leather boots And Moon Pies Are made today Hand me a beer
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
how it's made
It's cold in here Like a superstore with those giant freezers How do they even keep those cold With no doors I guess lots of cold air circulation Or little freezer elves Happily blowing their icy breath At the frozen bagels and crinkle-cut fries But the latter is far less likely I wonder though What does the machine look like The one that makes fries crinkle-cut I think that's why they made that one show The one that shows how everything is made People get curious And need a distraction Let's see how Leather boots And Moon Pies Are made today Hand me a beer
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
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