The drive-thru went by me
The stop light come try me
The arches untie me
I'm empty, please fill me
Ronald McDonald assure me
That hamburg is burning
The sound is so soothing
That cunning ad of skilling
I need you, my server
To take my order so careless
To help me and urge me now
Of thoughts of eating you
Yes the food is on the high chair
My witness your eating
Oily fries makes the meal
Now better in fatness
But on the corner
The jury's eatless
We found your weakness
And it's right inside our door

Now eat your fries!

With precision you feed me
My witness I'm hungry
Your money calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving chomping the burger out of the buns
On a plate of ketchup I'm choking on the onions that fill up my meal
The peptol-bismol is rushing
My witness your blushing
The coke machine is gushing
While here we sit in chairs
While on the corner
The jury's eatless
We found your weakness
And it's right inside our door

Now eat your fries!

Mass drinks for the pump and the price is set

Who controls the fast food now, who controls the future
Who controls the fast food then, who controls it now
Who controls the fast food now, who controls the future
Who controls the fast food now?

Now eat your fries!