The crinkle-cut fries,
The ads in your face,
The shouts you can’t stand,
Are said by one Ving Rhames,
Take me up to heaven, then I cannot face,
The Arby’s ad that’s true,

He said from his lips,
A cannonball fling,
The sound of his voice,
Is like a pogo spring,
Pretending that “Whee!” is worthy of the TV screen,
The Arby’s ad that’s true,

When we’re cheek-to-cheeking,
Arby’s ad airs, it is true,
And when the blood flow to artillery is leaking,
I’ll tell Arby’s: “Go bankrupt, you!”

A stupid ad made,
The “Whee!” isn’t fine,
Through rainfall or snow,
Arby’s just crossed a line,
I’d file a million lawsuits to properly define,
The cannonball dunk that’s missed,
The Arby’s ad that’s true!