A hamburger (also called a beef burger, hamburger sandwich, burger, hamburg or cheeseburger when served with a slice of cheese) is a sandwich consisting of one or more cooked patties of ground meat, usually beef, placed inside a sliced bread roll or bun. Hamburgers may be cooked in a variety of ways, including pan-frying, barbecuing, and flame-broiling. Hamburgers are often served with lettuce, bacon, tomato, onion, pickles, cheese and condiments such as mustard, mayonnaise, ketchup, relish, and chiles.
The term "burger" can also be applied to the meat patty on its own, especially in the UK where the term "patty" is rarely used. The term may be prefixed with the type of meat or meat substitute used, as in "turkey burger", "bison burger", or "veggie burger".
Hamburgers are sold at fast-food restaurants, diners, and specialty and high-end restaurants (where burgers may sell for several times the cost of a fast-food burger). There are many international and regional variations of the hamburger.
Good morning day, how do you do?
I wonder, what will you do for me?
I should be on my way, I should be earning pay
I should be all the things that I'm not
And I've tried on my own, now there's nothing to keep me at home
Like my brother has too, gotta leave to get out of this view
You see, they tell you to move around
If you can't find work in your own town
As I rise from my bed, I can hear the old man
Blaming heaven and Mother for this
30 Years with one firm, 13 months redundant
Yes, I'd say, that's unlucky for some
Now our tears fall like rain, as my mother walks me to my train
With a kiss and a wave, "Come home weekends" that's if I can save
I swear, I'll take it out on the man
Who ever devised this economy plan
All the love in the world
Can't put dinner on the table
All the hate that I feel
No love could put right
Good morning day, how do you do?
I wonder, what will you do for me?
I should be on my way, I should be earning pay
I should be all the things that I'm not
And I've tried on my own, now there's nothing to keep me at home
All the love and the strength has been taken by this government
You see they tell you to move around
If you can't find work in your own town
Father's in the kitchen, counting out coins
Mother's in the bedroom, looking through pictures of her boys
One is in London looking for a job