Ooh, ooh, it may not be that healthy,

but let me tell ya, you don’t gotta be that wealthy.

There ain’t no tellin’ what you might eat;

a cow’s right ear, or a bucket o’ pigeon feet.

 

(Workin’)

At the drive-thru.

Workin’ at the drive-thru, girl.

Come on and eat it with me.

(Drive-thru)

Sing it through a milkshake, ya’ll!

(Drive-thru, girl)

 

Some of the gristle gets kinda hard.

This ain’t no place to be, if you don’t like eating lard.

But let me tell you it’s always satisfying,

and the boss don’t mind sometimes, if ya bring your own food for frying.

 

At the drive-thru.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Talkin’ about the drive-thru, girl.

Come on ya’ll, choke it down with me.

(Drive-thru)

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

(Drive-thru, girl)

 

(Work and work)

Well, those fries seem to be neverending.

(Work and work)

And don’t look now, but my burger bun needs mending.

 

(Work and work)

My nuggets to the bone.

(Work)

Sat watching my body lose its muscle tone.

 

(Hey, no need for a tray)

Fill up and enjoy the rest of your day.

Until you realise just how much you weigh.

(Call Weight Watchers, right away)

 

(Drive-thru)

Talkin’ ’bout the drive-thru.

Maccie D’s, girl.

Come on ya’ll, KFC it with me.

(Drive-thru)

Can I get a Burger King over here?

(Drive-thru, girl)

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

(Drive-thru)

Stop and let me tell ta summin.

What’d I say?

Extra gherkins but no onion!

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