Odes to Joy

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!
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