Nick Andrews

Lyrics

You’re my bag fry
Last one standing
Only one to survive

You’re my bag fry
Left to your own devices
Left out to dry

Will I forget you
Will I try
lf I find you
Will you be my bag fry

The tastiest secret known to man
Is the discarded unknown
Down the streets of St. Anne
You’ll find them all alone

Find yourself on some summer night
Down by the riverside
And there we’ll be in love

Will I forget you
Will I try
lf I find you
Will you be my bag fry

Strum the chord
Sing the song
The melody will fly
For my bag fry