Fast food is so rude
It burps in your face
It pushes past
Can\'t be last
You\'ve lost the race
Before you\'ve started
Your taste\'s departed
Senses numbed
In a burger bun.
But try to beat it-
Swerve that salad
Limp and tasteless
Dodge a Dominos
(Cos what is on it
Only God knows)
You\'ll just get fatter
Wear a tent
It just won\'t matter
You\'ll get rounder
After a greasy
Quarter pounder
A \'large\' of chips
To wear on your hips
Is worth avoiding
If you don\'t want
Your stomach voiding.
Chicken wings
Are dangerous things
Dipped in dodgy
MSG
Served in a bucket
Colonel Saunders didn\'t cook it
But he\'ll take your cash
In exchange for that rash
So turn your nose up
At that lukewarm wedge
Buy a book
On how to cook veg.
You\'ll find yourself
In a better mood
If you spit in the eye
Of Mr Fast Food
Tell Ronald
He\'s just a clown
He should burger off
And leave this town.