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Telegraph Road

Mark Knopfler

Boom..

like that

Mark Knopfler 

I'm going to San Bernardino ring-a-ding-ding

Milkshake mix is thus my thing now

These guys bought a heap of my stuff

And I gotta see a good thing shooting up now

Folks line up all down the street

Now I am seeing this girl devour her meat now

And then I get it Wham as clear as day

My pulse begins to hammer then I hear a voice say

These boys have got this down ought to be one of these in every town

These boys have got the touch It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much

Wham bam don't wait long, shake fries plenty of gum

How about that friendly name, heck, every little thing gotta stay the same

Or my name is not Kroc, that's Kroc with a K

A crocodile is not spelt that way now

It's Dog eat dog, rat eat rat

Kroc style - Boom like that

You gentlemen are to expand

You're gonna need a helping hand now

So gentlemen well what about me?

We'll make a little business history now

Well we'll build it up and I'll buy him out

The man they made me grind it out now

They open up a new place flippin meat

So I do too, right across the street

I got the main I need town, sell em' in the end and it all shuts down

Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B. you wanna make a dream reality

Competition sent em south, they're gonna drown or we're hosing em' out

Do not pass go go straight to hell

I smell a lotta meat .....da smell

Or my name is not Kroc that's Kroc with a K

A crocodile is not spelt that way now

Ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat

Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat now

Ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat

Kroc style - Boom like that

It's what it is

What It Is 

Mark Knopfler

The drinking dens are spilling out and staggering in the square,
there's lads and lasses falling about and a crackelling in the air
then around the dungeon doors there's shelters in the queues,
everybody's looking for somebody's arms to fall into

It's what it is. That's what it is man

Here's frost on the graves and the monuments but the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government and shovel hot food down
Lights are out in cityhall, the castle and the keep
moon shines down upon it all, the legless and the sleepless

Cold on a tollgate where the wagons creeping through
Cold on a tollgate God knows what I can do

Hmm that's what it is, it's what it is now

The garrison sleeps and the citadel with the ghosts and the ancient stones
High on the parapet the Scottish pipers stands alone
High on the wind the howling runes speak of the rule
And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul

Cold on a tollgate where the Caledonian moves
Cold on a tollgate God knows what I can do with you

That's what it is, it's what it is now
What it is, it's what it is now now now

There's a chink of light as a burning wick
there's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with the candle sticks still writing songs in the mean wee hours
On Charlotte Street they take a walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick is still in search of little Nell

That's what it is, it's what it is now
What it is, it's what it is now now now