Clown in the valley, there's fast food to go
Head out the window, feel the chunks blow
Feel the chunks blow, dog, out they will flow
Eating McDonalds, up you will throw

They're always busy, crowded three lines
Answer this question, why do they dine?
Why do they dine here? Stand in long lines
Bad for digestion, bad for the kine

We're getting fatter, kids are obese
French fries and fish sticks all dipped in that grease
Dipped in more grease, dear, no corn or peas
Come supersize me, with double cheese

Look at the pigeons, eating the scraps
Sickly and limping, such ugly craps
They're only birds, dear, too dumb to know
What's your excuse, dear, why do you go?