That's the Wrong Order

[verse] Ah, I broke the damn wheel, right outside a quiet farm, Found a lil' diner, thought it'd calm my alarm. Ordered up a burger, stressed "no pickles" with my plea, Hoped for a quiet meal, just my thoughts an' me. [verse] Waited there quiet-like, as the cook worked the scene, My burger arrived, looked perfect, juicy an' lean. But as I took that first big bite, somethin' wasn't quite right, Eager to discover, here's what came to light. [chorus] Oh, a pickle in my burger, what a cruel surprise, A sneaky trick, hidden right before my eyes. Next time I’ll say it loud, ensure they know my vice, Keep those pickles out, they ain’t nothing nice. [verse] Marched right up to the cashier, to state my case, Said, "I ordered no pickles," with a frown upon my face. Then hear this, they told me, "No refunds, that's the deal," How do I explain, this unwanted meal? [chorus] Oh, a pickle in my burger, what a cruel surprise, A sneaky trick, hidden right before my eyes. Next time I’ll say it loud, ensure they know my vice, Keep those pickles out, they ain’t nothing nice. [verse] Now here I pause, not a dime to my name, Broke and hungry, just wanted a meal, what a shame. With an empty belly, feelin' pretty low, All I asked for was a simple lunch, no fuss to show. [chorus] Oh, a pickle in my burger, what a cruel surprise, A sneaky trick, hidden right before my eyes. Next time I’ll say it loud, ensure they know my vice, Keep those pickles out, they ain’t nothing nice. NO MORE PICKLE! NO MORE PICKLE! NO MORE PICKLE!