Early shift, dawn's cruel glare, hustle starts without a care
Fry baskets line up, ready to dance, oil bubbling in a trance
Morning rush, the door swings wide
Hungry faces, nowhere to hide
In this McDonald's, not quite serene
A daily grind painted in ketchup and caffeine
The fry cooks are kings with their spatula swords
Battling hunger with fast food chords
Ketchup stained armor, our aprons worn
In the land where fast food dreams are born
Fryers sizzling, grill on fire, sneaking nuggies on the sly!
Stack those cheeseburgers so high, as ice cream machines always lie!
Customers shook, Uber's late, manager's howling into the night
Kitchen crew lagging, front counter bagging, Ronald's sacked, this ain't right!
Would you like fries with that?
Happy Meals getting sad!
Serving with a smirk and a hat
This job's a sarcastic fad!
Drive-thru's chaos, horns are blaring, like a symphony gone wrong!
Nuggies hidden, secret mission, to fuel us all day long!
Shaking up sodas, fries all scattered, slipping in the grease parade
Manager pacing, orders racing, in this repeated charade!
Would you like fries with that?
In this fast food combat!
Serving with a grin, yet flat
Even Ronald's had enough of that!
In the kitchen, we're all clowns
Juggling orders with whispered frowns
Life in this circus, tumble and grind
But we keep finding ways to unwind!
Cash register's music, a symphony of doom
As Ronald's ghost walks the dining room
Counting seconds, burning time
In the fryers' clockwork chime
Would you like fries with that?
Beneath the laughter and the chat
Served with a smirk and a hat
This jobs a sarcastic fad
In this greasy kaleidoscope of life
Punching in with a grin, leaving with strife
Bruised dreams tossed like wrappers on the floor
But in this clown world, we always crave for more
Would you like fries with that?
Into this night's last chat
Oh, but we'll be back
'Cause somehow we love the chaos of that!
The lights are flickering, machines won't mend
Can't fix the shake-maker, it's broke again
Clock-in disasters, with mustard pride
And yet, through it all, we're here for the ride
Would you like fries with that?
In this fast service combat!
We serve with an act, half mad
In a realm where Ronald seems the only lad!
Flipping burgers, dreams on the griddle
Chasing patience, in this riddle.
DeeJayAyeEye - Maccies Lyrics
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Early shift, dawn's cruel glare, hustle starts without a care
Fry baskets line up, ready to dance, oil bubbling in a trance
Morning rush, the door swings wide
Hungry faces, nowhere to hide
In this McDonald's, not quite serene
A daily grind painted in ketchup and caffeine
The fry cooks are kings with their spatula swords
Battling hunger with fast food chords
Ketchup stained armor, our aprons worn
In the land where fast food dreams are born
Fryers sizzling, grill on fire, sneaking nuggies on the sly!
Stack those cheeseburgers so high, as ice cream machines always lie!
Customers shook, Uber's late, manager's howling into the night
Kitchen crew lagging, front counter bagging, Ronald's sacked, this ain't right!
Would you like fries with that?
Happy Meals getting sad!
Serving with a smirk and a hat
This job's a sarcastic fad!
Drive-thru's chaos, horns are blaring, like a symphony gone wrong!
Nuggies hidden, secret mission, to fuel us all day long!
Shaking up sodas, fries all scattered, slipping in the grease parade
Manager pacing, orders racing, in this repeated charade!
Would you like fries with that?
In this fast food combat!
Serving with a grin, yet flat
Even Ronald's had enough of that!
In the kitchen, we're all clowns
Juggling orders with whispered frowns
Life in this circus, tumble and grind
But we keep finding ways to unwind!
Cash register's music, a symphony of doom
As Ronald's ghost walks the dining room
Counting seconds, burning time
In the fryers' clockwork chime
Would you like fries with that?
Beneath the laughter and the chat
Served with a smirk and a hat
This jobs a sarcastic fad
In this greasy kaleidoscope of life
Punching in with a grin, leaving with strife
Bruised dreams tossed like wrappers on the floor
But in this clown world, we always crave for more
Would you like fries with that?
Into this night's last chat
Oh, but we'll be back
'Cause somehow we love the chaos of that!
The lights are flickering, machines won't mend
Can't fix the shake-maker, it's broke again
Clock-in disasters, with mustard pride
And yet, through it all, we're here for the ride
Would you like fries with that?
In this fast service combat!
We serve with an act, half mad
In a realm where Ronald seems the only lad!
Flipping burgers, dreams on the griddle
Chasing patience, in this riddle.
Fry baskets line up, ready to dance, oil bubbling in a trance
Morning rush, the door swings wide
Hungry faces, nowhere to hide
In this McDonald's, not quite serene
A daily grind painted in ketchup and caffeine
The fry cooks are kings with their spatula swords
Battling hunger with fast food chords
Ketchup stained armor, our aprons worn
In the land where fast food dreams are born
Fryers sizzling, grill on fire, sneaking nuggies on the sly!
Stack those cheeseburgers so high, as ice cream machines always lie!
Customers shook, Uber's late, manager's howling into the night
Kitchen crew lagging, front counter bagging, Ronald's sacked, this ain't right!
Would you like fries with that?
Happy Meals getting sad!
Serving with a smirk and a hat
This job's a sarcastic fad!
Drive-thru's chaos, horns are blaring, like a symphony gone wrong!
Nuggies hidden, secret mission, to fuel us all day long!
Shaking up sodas, fries all scattered, slipping in the grease parade
Manager pacing, orders racing, in this repeated charade!
Would you like fries with that?
In this fast food combat!
Serving with a grin, yet flat
Even Ronald's had enough of that!
In the kitchen, we're all clowns
Juggling orders with whispered frowns
Life in this circus, tumble and grind
But we keep finding ways to unwind!
Cash register's music, a symphony of doom
As Ronald's ghost walks the dining room
Counting seconds, burning time
In the fryers' clockwork chime
Would you like fries with that?
Beneath the laughter and the chat
Served with a smirk and a hat
This jobs a sarcastic fad
In this greasy kaleidoscope of life
Punching in with a grin, leaving with strife
Bruised dreams tossed like wrappers on the floor
But in this clown world, we always crave for more
Would you like fries with that?
Into this night's last chat
Oh, but we'll be back
'Cause somehow we love the chaos of that!
The lights are flickering, machines won't mend
Can't fix the shake-maker, it's broke again
Clock-in disasters, with mustard pride
And yet, through it all, we're here for the ride
Would you like fries with that?
In this fast service combat!
We serve with an act, half mad
In a realm where Ronald seems the only lad!
Flipping burgers, dreams on the griddle
Chasing patience, in this riddle.
Writer: DeeJayAyeEye, DeeJay AyeEye
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid