“The Flipper”

You’re in for some fries
If they’re in stock
In McDonaldland streets
Happy Meals in a box
When you least expect me
And want a snack
Mac Attack

I smile when I’m frying
All the burgers on the grill
I laugh when you’re dying
From cholesterol

All hear my warning
Never take a sack
From the flipper

There’s no Shamrock Shakes
When the shake machine breaks
Working here is lame
My tag has no name
Except for ‘The Flipper’
Or if you like, ‘Mac Tonight’

Any back alley street
Is where we get our meat
Underneath the heat lamps
Your food is soggy and damp
Part of me dies
When you say Super Size
Don’t be angry or rude
Or I’ll spit in your food

All hear my warning
Never take a sack
From the flipper