There's someone to meet, from family McDonald
Mom was expecting, now the kid is finally due
Born down the street, he looks like his father
Got that weird white face, and that mop of red hair, too

Ronnie born nat'ly, the new kid's a clown
Everybody sees him, and pounds the fries down

You look in his eyes, and deserve a break today
More advertisements, here we go again
But after awhile, your eatin' begins to weigh
It's those clogged up hearts that never mend

Ronnie born nat'ly, the new kid's a clown
Will you still eat there, when you get real round?
There's so many shakes that you should just pass dude
But day after day, those burgers amass dude
Just roll on in for more fast food

They're on every street, you must be reminded
Fat and you keep getting fatter, you're just a pawn
You waddle away, butt your still there behinded
They will always replace you, and their old spokesperson icon

He is loved greatly, yes that new kid's a clown
Every child loves him, don't they?
Now he's on the tube, and you're eating ground
Oh thigh, oh thigh
Yes that new kid's a clown
You grew
Yes that new kid's a clown
You grew
Everybody's gawkin' at the new kid, the clown
Everybody's hawkin' like the new kid, the clown

BURP!