Lyrics

[Verse]
Come Friday night, Becky’s got a plan,
Head to the diner, faced with a frying pan.
Nick at the counter, the master of fries,
Becky's eyes light up like Fourth of July.

[Verse 2]
Potatoes in the oil, sizzle and pop,
Becky's at the jukebox, give it a hop.
The smell of those chips is heaven’s own breeze,
Nick’s got the secret to put hearts at ease.

[Chorus]
Nick at the chips, and Becky's eyes shine,
Every fry a promise, every bite divine.
In this small-town diner, love takes a crisp,
When Nick's at the chips, life’s at its bliss.

[Verse 3]
Ketchup in bottles, salt in the air,
Becky’s found comfort in the simplest fare.
Nick’s got a grin that's wider than the sky,
Serving golden moments and a wink in his eye.

[Verse 4]
They say what’s important can't be bought or sold,
But in this little diner, love’s story's told.
Fries and laughter, in a paper sleeve,
Nick at the chips, makes Becky believe.

[Chorus]
Nick at the chips, and Becky's eyes shine,
Every fry a promise, every bite divine.
In this small-town diner, love takes a crisp,
When Nick's at the chips, life’s at its bliss.