The Fast Food Song
There’s a new way of eating, cookin’ all across the nation
It’s an appetizin’ treat. It’s called fast food fornication

You’ll find Wendy’s hot ‘n’ juicy when you put her with your Whopper
And she’s finger licking’ good when you pile it all on top her
With your Big Mac in your hand, you just spread them sesame buns
But you better hold your pickle ’til that special sauce comes
We do it all to you

You see ol’ Jack he’s in the box ’cause he loves those McMuffins
And he says, “There’s no cholesterol!” in his organic stuffin’
His Burrito is Supreme, it’s a quarter-pound of meat
Just squeeze his McNuggets then you’ll know “Where’s the beef!?”
We do it all to you

Mr. Sub’s gettin’ down on Grandy ’cause he knows it’s worth the trip
She’s got 30 wonderful flavours just to make his banana split
There’s no need for take-out service once he gets his pizza in
When you smell those herbs and spices, well, you know where she’s been
We do it all to you
It’s a slow, slow line for that half-fast food
To make patty melt, you gotta break the rules
Her hot stays hot and her cool stays cool
Don’t cop a weiner-dude attitude
Just lean over and just drive through
A 6-inch cold cut combo ain’t no “Biggie Order.”
If you want a foot-long in your pita pocket, better run for the border
“Juan’s” Long Silver, Oscar Meyer weiner