Well, I'm driving down the road
I'm about to implode
I've got home cookin' on my mind
Mickie D's won't fill me,
Burger King'll kill me,
Checkers ain't the place to dine

They make it greasy, they make it greasy
The grease inside a fast food meal
Will drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
don't even try that burger stand
After a bite, you'll understand
They make it greasy

Well, they stand on every corner
From here to Arizona
Such a cryin' shame to see
All the grease, my Lord, I cannot afford
To be cloggin' up my arteries

Come on, baby, don't mean maybe
To take a bite of that hamburger
You couldn't pay me

You will lose when you eat in
'Cause you will never be thin again
Watch the fat come pilin' in
They make it greasy

(guitar solo)

Well I'm driving down the road
I'm about to implode
Got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin' for a deal but can't find a meal
It's so hard to find

They make it greasy, they make it greasy
If you call that a wholesome meal
You are crazy

Come on baby
Don't mean maybe
If you think that that's real beef
My friend, you're cra-zy

Oh they make it greasy
They always make it greasy