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dj format – fast food lyrics

[intro]
ah, yes…
this one right here is a little love song i wrote…
but it’s not a song about my love for a girlfriend
nor is it a song about my love for my family
oh, no, no, no no
this song right here
is a song about my love for fast food
so do enjoy

[abdominal]
i got a passion for fast food that’s undeniable
i like my food friend until
everything be that same uniform shade of golden brown
but don’t pat it down, please
because the grease be
helping it slide down the hatch more easily
drive+thrus on the other side of the road be teasin’ me
beckoning and calling like culinary sirens
making me wanna divert my tires and
just hop the median
to get my hands on some fries and a patty of meat
in between those two sesame seed buns
though it leads to the runs when i eat tons
i still need some, is my attitude
so if you spy a kentucky, we’re passing thru
cause hammer’s gone but the popcorn chicken remains
i can’t get enough of those chicken remains
so you behind the window pane of the drive+thru
pick me up a family size zoo
plus could you slide two
packets of sauce, one bbq, one sweet ‘n sour
add a little flavor to this meat that i devour
on a basis that’s too frequent to describe it as just regular
tofu is the god? f+ck it, i’ll stay secular
i worship fast food as the one and only deity
the only real sin in this religion is a diet, see?
my confession booth be the drive+thru microphone
i get excited when my meal taste like it wasn’t made at home
if i wanted home+cooked, i’d stay at home
i want artificially enhanced chickens with more meat to the bone
eating fifty hot wings at one sitting
when i say fast food’s my life, i’m not kidding
no, i swear to god, i’ll do it, fifty wings, suicide, right now, let’s go

[chorus x 2]
if fast food’s wrong, then i don’t wanna eat right
i’ll probably get fat, and my dentist says my t++th might
fall out of my head, but hey that’s my problem
cause if the grub is greasy, i’mma gobble it

[abdominal]
my fast food fetish is no flash in the pan, pun intended
i was sipping shamrock shakes when they were invented
i ate chicken mcnuggets the first week they were available
i ordered so many that the girl behind the counter thought i wasn’t capable
of eating ’em. but of course i did it
whether it moos, clucks, bleats, grunts, or ribbits
stick it in the deep fryer and it’s all food to me
when i’m in quebec, i catch reckless for poutine
the full team’s wakeup’s 12 doughnuts and a chiller
if meat is murder, i’m that serial k!ller
cause i tend to mangle junior bacon burgers from wendy’s
they always tempt me to be a jew who’s friendly
with pork products, but don’t tell my rabbi, he’ll be
like, “oy vey, that abs guy is definitely getting struck down!”
if the grease doesn’t get me first
but before my major arteries burst
i got one more chance to chase my blues away
by linking up a dime bag worth of toonie tuesday
that’s ten chicken pieces plus five orders of fries
and as a matter of fact, could i get it super sized?
see, if i’m going out, at least it’s on a full belly
and that right there is the left+field philosophy
and yo, that’s our philosophy:
when it’s time to go, it’s on a full belly
[chorus]

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