By far the worst is the hamburger lady We must heal them for the qualified technicians Worse Alternating nights are automatic She's lying there Hamburger Lady Hamburger Lady She's dying, she is burned from the waist up, she is burned from the waste up On her arm Her ear is burned, her eyelashes are burned, she can't hold anything And even with medical advances, there's no end in sight For Hamburger Lady She wants me to tell you of her claim mind, from which the double play laying The propping chair Leave her She's burned from the waist down That's what keeps her alive, the tubes And the nice nurses Hamburger Lady Hamburger Lady She's okay if you change the tubes Tubes in her legs, the tubes in her arms She's okay Then it came out and saw the burn net Indeed in the account of killing And it flashed on the carpet, it flashed on the floor The Hamburger Lady She came to rest Because of the burn she needs to kneel down The qualified technicians Hamburger Lady Hamburger Lady [...] The propping chair Qualified technicians Keeps her alive