Holes and hot fudge stains ingrained in my shirt
Showing my talent and drive for my turf
I know every blizzard and burger combo like the back of my hand
Proving every day on or off work I’m the Diary King of the Diary Land
Yes the dining room ceiling is falling down
And dirt and grime covering the walls
My home making us look like clowns
But I have DQ’s back and will stand tall
Because one day this will all be a distant dream
And I will forever miss the ice cream and my favorite queens
