The sun goes down
McDonald’s out
And all he counts
Is now brown cows
And soon his stock, is gonna come to harm
McDonald’s farm…farm…farm…

You hear a baa-baa here, baa-baa here
Before they process they gotta shear, gotta shear
Then grind them up until there’s nada here, nada here
McDonald sells them like a cavalier racketeer

Grind the bones and snout
Then they mix it with some ham
Each day they bring about
Silence of the Lambs
Add preserves so it can ship
Five tons shipping a day
Deep frozen so it stays
Stays good until you graze
On McDonald’s Farm

The fast-food thing
Run by cha-ching
A change would bring
Pigs on the Wing
Just how old is – the chicken in your parm?
McDonald’s farm
McDonald’s farm

You hear a moo-moo here, moo-moo here
They’re grazing next to their doo-doo here, doo-doo here
To call them healthy you need voodoo here, voodoo here
Now to the grinder they will steer the steer, domineer

Take the birds that cluck
Growth-ing hormones in their glands
And give those hens a pluck
Grind them if you can
Then you press the ground-up meat
Right into nugget shapes
Watch out they don’t escape
Deep-fried instead of baked
At McDonald’s Farm

Go see FOOD INC.
It makes you think
Our eats and drinks
Sometimes they stink
And though it’s bad, it’s marketed with charm
McDonald’s farm
McDonald’s farm

McDonald’s farm
McDonald’s farm
McDonald’s farm
McDonald’s farm

You supersize
You’re belly rise
Sometimes it’s wise
To get less fries
They advertise, so they can twist your arm
McDonald’s farm
McDonald’s farm... farm... farm...