Breakfast, dinner, even lunch
This guy's comin' in ev'ry day, it sucks
Have to serve him gladly, got the fakest grin
Always the same order, not one diff'rence, nuts
I should be excited when he comes
Super basic, it's true, no weird custom stuff
But it's still a pain in the ass with him
It hurts to make the same call again and again

Ain't nothin' but fries, fries, fries, watch the basket rise, rise, rise
To strain the oily goo all to serve this one awful dude
Fries, fries, fries, makin' sure to salt them nice
Drivin' me right insane with ev'ry plate, all this dude orders is more
Fries, fries, fries
Yeah-eah, buddy, wanna die, die, die

Can ask why a basic request makes me fume
And it's simple, certain if it was you
You'd hope that he'd ask for one serve for consumin'
And not the more stupid huge piles of food he somehow needs

Fries, fries, fries, make the basket rise, rise, rise
Though he does pay, it's true, my poor shoulder wants to refuse
Fries, fries, fries, this one asshole makes me cry
Because he's never sated, no gut pains from always orderin' more
Fries, fries, fryin' is my hell, why, why, why in the hell
Does he keep askin' for more? I might crack since that lucky bastard still isn't fat

And since this douche is a hog
All the other guests yell at me a lot

Ev'rybody wants fries, fries, fries, let the basket rise, rise, rise
I wanna ban this dude but he's not the right kind of rude
Fries, fries, fries, manager has zero spine
Sure, this guy always pays but it's insane that he drains us of all our
Fries, fries, fries
Fries, fries, fries