An Ode to The Last Calls of Atlanta — Vol. 2: Drinks & Tables · Track 14 · middle
Jaggers: Sunshine and Onion Rings
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Lyrics
[Intro] Go! [Verse 1] After the matinee at Perimeter Mall. Nineteen ninety-one, I think it was the fall. Hunger hits like a tidal wave. Checkerboard floor is the place I crave. Slide into the red vinyl, yeah, the booth is worn smooth. Just a number on a plastic stand, got nothing left to prove. [Chorus] Jaggers! A mountain of gold, those onion rings. Jaggers! The freedom that a toppings bar brings. Lettuce, tomato, a pickle avalanche. Sunshine in a basket, taking a chance. This is it. This is everything! [Verse 2] The grill man hands it over, just a patty and a bun. The real work, the sacred work, has only just begun. I walk the line with a silver tray, a holy mission now. Piling on the jalapeños, I take a little bow. A river of mustard, a sea of relish, too. Building my own perfect monument, me and you. [Chorus] Jaggers! A mountain of gold, those onion rings. Jaggers! The freedom that a toppings bar brings. Lettuce, tomato, a pickle avalanche. Sunshine in a basket, taking a chance. This is it. This is everything! [Bridge] It wasn't just a burger. It was a choice. It was the first time I ever really had a voice. In a world of rules... a little chrome tray of pure anarchy. Just for me. [Outro] Jaggers! Yeah! Sunshine! Jaggers! Onion rings! Pile it high! Pile it high!