What to Prepare When You’re Travelling for Holiday

My kinda people, my kinda place. There’s something special about this place. Got no reason to stray too far, ’cause it’s all right here in my own backyard! This is a Burger King town, it’s made just for me! This is a Burger King town, we know how burgers should be! Right up the road, left at the sign. My way, your way, one at a time, hot off the fire with anything on it! And don’t it feel good when it’s just how you want it? This is a Burger King town, it’s made just for me! This is a Burger King town, we know how burgers should be!

We’ve got a gorilla for sale. Magilla Gorilla for sale. Won’t you buy him, take him home and try him, gorilla for sale. Don’t you want a little gorilla you can call your own, a gorilla who’ll be with ya when you’re all alone? How much is that gorilla in the window? Take our advice, at any price, a gorilla like Magilla is mighty nice. Gorilla, Magilla Gorilla for sale.

We never thought of findin’ a place where we belong. Don’t have to stand alone, we’ll never let you fall. Don’t need permission to decide what you believe. You gotta learn something when we meet you after school. I said jump, down on Jump Street. I said jump, down on Jump Street. Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall. You’ll find you’ll need us cause there’s no one else to call. When it was hopeless a decision is what you need. You’d better be ready cause’ your runnin’ outta time. Say jump, 21 Jump, Street.

I bet we been together for a million years, And I bet we’ll be together for a million more. Oh, It’s like I started breathing on the night we kissed, and I can’t remember what I ever did before. What would we do baby, without us? What would we do baby, without us? And there ain’t no nothing we can’t love each other through. What would we do baby, without us? Sha la la la.

Well we’re movin’ on up, to the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin’ on up, To the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie. Fish don’t fry in the kitchen, beans don’t burn on the grill. Took a whole lotta tryin’ just to get up that hill. Now we’re up in the big leagues, gettin’ our turn at bat. As long as we live, it’s you and me baby, There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Well we’re movin’ on up, to the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin’ on up, to the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie.

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