- Daisy, Gwen: [singing] Here we come / On the run / With a burger on a bun / And a dab of coleslaw on the side / Oh, your tastes we will tickle / With a cold dill pickle / And all of our potatoes are French fried, fried, fried / Our burgers can't be beat / Cuz we grind our own meat / Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind!
- [BOOM!]
- Daisy, Gwen: When you drive away... / A tip upon our tray... / We hope to find, find, find, find, find / We hope to find, find, find, find, fi-i-ind!
- Wilma Flintstone, Betty Rubble: [singing] Here we come / On the run / With a burger on a bun / And a dab of coleslaw on the side / Oh, your tastes we will tickle / With a cold dill pickle / And all of our potatoes are French fried, fried, fried / Our burgers can't be beat / Cuz we grind our own meat / Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind!
- [BOOM!]
- Wilma Flintstone, Betty Rubble: Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble... / Are to blame for all our trouble...
- [spoken]
- Wilma Flintstone, Betty Rubble: And if they think that we'll forget...
- [sung]
- Wilma Flintstone, Betty Rubble: They're outta their mind, mind, mind, mind, mi-i-ind!