Some would have a better time at Arby's, or Wendy's
Some prefer to give their orders to a clown
Some would say you can't beat Long John Silver's
But that doesn't work in my hometown, cause

If we ever lose our Tastee Freez
There'd be nothing left but Mickey D's

Some would say I was a small man in a small town
Cause there ain't no fast food joints everywhere you glance
Some would say I don't know any better
They can stick a taco down their pants, cause

If we ever lose our Tastee Freez
There'd be nothing left but Mickey D's

Hey, hey

I could be lost in KFC
The Colonel's place
But every time I closed my eyes
I'd see his face

Never had no juicy Quarter Pounder
That didn't go from a mouthful to a burp
Never saw no dipping sauce and nuggets
That didn't look like someone else ate 'em first, but
Let me end this verse

If we ever lose our Tastee Freez
(If we ever lose our Tastee Freez)
There'd be nothing left but Mickey D's
(There'd be nothing left but Mickey D's)

If we ever lose our taste
If we ever lose our taste
If we ever lose our taste
If we ever lose our Taaa-stee Freez