Oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I've always been down for consumin'
Food of near any kind
But this place? I'll mark as "never"
World's easiest "Why?"

Ev'rything you've ordered's gonna end up on a flame
Not an open flame, one beneath an oil urn
Is it called an "oil urn"? Don't care, just needed a rhyme
The point is: it's all deep-fried, fried, fried
Ev'rything's all deep-fried, fried, fried
Yes, I mean it, all deep-fried, fried, fried

Eh-eh, eh, eh

How the hell is this place not illegal?
My heart clogs just at the sight
When the whole plate, parts veg and meaty
Dipped in at the same time

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

I'm not really hungry after seein' that whole plate
Includin' the plate get dunked down in that urn
I'll still call it an urn because that's where ashes lie
Don't want my whole lunch deep-fried, fried, fried
I like some stuff deep-fried, fried, fried
But not the whole lot deep-fried, fried, fried

I keep checkin' if bus'ness is fluid
Or if it's been drained up and dried
Always let down, fume at folks so stupid
Sure, the taste may be fine
But I'm sure their hearts aren't as fine, fine, fine

I'm okay with donuts, I love chips inside my face
Fine to fill my face with fried ice cream, it works
But although that stuff works, should be the main or the side
Can't be the whole thing deep-fried, fried, fried
Some stuff can't get deep-fried, fried, fried
But here? It all gets deep-fried, fried, fried
Dinner and lunch, deep-fried, fried, fried
Breakfast is all deep-fried, fried, fried
Smells like the whole shop's deep-fried, fried, fried
Wouldn't be shocked, not right, right, right

Oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Sure, gimme rice balls deep-fried, fried, fried (ooh-ooh-oh-oh)
Not my whole lunch deep-fried, fried, fried