-> "Griller"
Original Song Title:
"Thriller"
Parody Song Title:
"Griller"
The Lyrics
(Footsteps, thunder booms, wolves howl then you hear...)
"Hello welcome to McDonald's can I take your order?"
It's close to lunchtime
And something starving walks up straight from work
Under the heat light
You see a guy who needs a shopping cart
You try to scream but his order takes the sound before you make it
Fifteen double cheese for hunger he makes it Super Size
You're making fries
Cause you're the Griller
Griller fright
And no one's gonna tell him
To go and take a hike
Cause you're the Griller
Griller tonight
You're staying up all night
As a griller, filler tonight
You hear the door slam
And realize he's not the only one
You see the horde swarm, and wonder if those chicks are nuns
You dip some fries, and hope they go to a new location
But all the while there's about forty up in line
You blow you're mind
Cause you're the Griller
Griller fright
There ain't a second advance from the order of
Forty guys
Griller
Griller blight
You're fighting for your pay as a spiller, griller tonight
Night shifters come
As the dudes start to walk into Mickey-D's
There's no escaping from the laws of food service this time
(You work all night)
This is a waste of your life
There out to get food
There's stomachs growling in on every side
They will distress you if you ever change the number of the meal
Now is the time that you and I can go deep fry together
Drive Thru's alright but grilling is the terror in cuisine
They want to eat
You are the Griller
Griller fright
Cause I can grill beef more than any chef would dare to try, girl
Griller
Griller fright
So I hold the spatula tight I am the filler, spiller, killer
Griller here tonight
You are the Griller
Griller fright
Cause I can grill beef more than any chef would dare to try
Griller
Griller fright
So I hold the spatula tight I am the filler
Griller here tonight
I'm getting minimum wage
Hunger falls and they demand
The dinner shift is close at hand
Teenagers sprawl in search of spuds
To eat out in their neighborhood
And whosoever's getting round
With out the soul who gave them a pound
Must stand and wait at Taco Bell
Or go to Burger King and grow as well
The foulest stench is in the air
The junk in chicken nuggets fears
And hungry fools from every room
Are closing in to make orders too
And though you fight to make food right
You're mind starts to quiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The job that is the Griller
"Want fries with that?"
(Laughing)
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