May the King watch over you

As he brings you breakfast in bed

But now your hidden way to get your food
Deep in your stomach, your food digested
And the fat starts to spread to the ends of your body
The one that cooks the foods, that cooks for your delight

He cooks divine fries, he has scary teeth
His appearances are awkward, his head can make you freak

He's got Tomatoes
(CHECK)
Onions
(CHECK)
A master at the art of fast food, rivals fear his big head

So you drive towards, a fast food chain
Invited by the clown who loves little kids
This freak who beckons you, waits with horrid food
Gives the children nightmares, dreams prevent the sleep

And so you eat on!
Eat on!
And so you eat on!
Eat on!
Keep eating now!

And the clown gives you this warning
If you eat at McDonalds, you'll be met with fat
You'll be seen as an enemy of the king
And he will haunt you the rest of his life
And you say

"I'll get the number one
(CHECK)
It's my usual nowadays
(CHECK)
I've ate here before
(CHECK)
He should fear your French fries."
(CHECK)

So now you know then you drive through the street then
Harness your seat
Because one day you may be called
To meet the mighty king, deep within his lair
And if your at McDonalds, your life will not be spared

And your body's gone fat
You'll never go back
You'll never stop coming, and you'll always fatten up

Your body has transformed, your body has swelled
Your fingers reach for fries
For your cavity filled mouth

A crown of murdered cows will sit upon your head
Those who wish to faten you,
Will have their wishes granted

The minions of the king will bow and sing praise
Ask you for your order, and what to drink with that

And you'll say:
I am the Burger King

You will cook for the Burger King
You will serve for the Burger King
You will fatten the Burger King
Live for the Burger King
Die for the Burger King

And the rival fast food chains linger further....

And will have everything against you...