Wednesday, March 8, 2023

When the donuts come

 Sang too the tune of "When the son goes diwn" by Kenny Chesney


When the donuts come, we be grooving

When the donuts come, we'll be feeling alright

When the donuts come, in all of their glory

Everything will be better, when the donuts come

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