American girls and American guys
We’ll always order up a burger we’ll always eat our fries
When we smell those fryers cookin’
Like a lot men did
so we can eat fried meat between two slices of bread
My uncle served as a fry cook
And he burnt his French fries
But he made us eat ‘um any way ‘till the day that he died
He wanted my momma, my sister, my aunty and me
To grow up in the land of obesity
Now the McDonalds that I love
Has fallen under attack
The mighty FDA locked up our door from somewhere in the back
But as soon as we could see clearly
Through our grease burnt eyes
Man we lit our fryers like the Fourth of July

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Hey McDonalds put your name at the top its list
And the golden arches started shaken its fists
And a French fry will fly
And there’s gunna be Hell
When you here your McDonalds start callin’ Taco Bell
It’ll feel like the fast food chains are gangin’ up on you
Oh brought to you courtesy of the fat guy with food

Oh French fries will be served
Like old men will age
If you make us mad we’ll hit you with rage
You’ll be sorry that you messed with the Mc of Donalds
‘Cause we’ll put a boot in you fryer it’s the fast food boy way
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