Are you wearing the boss’s hat?
I laugh when you call
me that
And based on what I spend
on kebabs
Either on my own or
with the lads
It all adds up to a
fair amount of money
Calling me boss is too
true to be funny
Are you wearing the boss’s hat?
I laugh when you call
me that
And based on what I spend
on kebabs
Either on my own or
with the lads
It all adds up to a
fair amount of money
Calling me boss is too
true to be funny
As a Nation, the French
Like to eat Snails
But as a fast food
option
The traditional dish
fails
Money can't buy you happiness
Isn’t that supposed to
be the deal?
Well, I beg to differ,
because
Fast food Drive through’s
I’m afraid, are a step
too far
And I find them quite
expensive
By the time you’ve
hired a car
If you eat a burger
And it gives you the
trots
You will probably find
It was horsemeat like
as not
Playing "La Cucaracha"
I hear the chimes call
Come get our hot food
Come one and come all
It’s the cockroach
song
Is no one concerned at
all?
We have a new market in town
And they do
Korean street food
One customer
ordered poodle noodles
Which I
thought was quite rude
We went out to pick up
A Chinese
takeaway
But we were
skint, so we did
A Chinese
Runaway
I ordered a burger and fries
Even though I know it’s all full of fat
but the girl behind the counter
When I was just a young man
Wimpy houses were
prevailing
And a Big Mac was
something
We wore when it was raining
I’m not sure if indeed it’s me
Or maybe its
intentional irony
But you can hear the
approach
Of the daily “Roach
Coach”
The chime being the announcer
As it plays La
Cucaracha
Give a man a fish
And you’ll feed him
for a day
Teach him to use the
Net
And he’ll order a
takeaway
Why did the hapless Wile E. Coyote
In pursuit of his
nemesis, Roadrunner
Spend a fortune on
ACME products
Every all singing, all
dancing, must have winner
If he had all that
money to burn
He could just have
paid for his dinner
I had a ploughman's lunch
The other day.
He wasn't very happy
Is all I can say.
When the headless chicken crossed the road
There
was no wing under which to tuck it
Because
sadly the chicken crossed the road
In
a mega sized, southern fried, family bucket
In these trying times
Innovation is required
To make the most
Of any opportunities
Like a pop-up restaurant
Which sells toast
The
kids have a happy meal
When
we go to McDonalds
Why
don’t they extend the range?
To
meet demands at Ronald’s
As
we’re not always happy
Hysterical
or even jolly
What
about manic-depressives
And
the sad and the melancholy
Instead
of a plastic toy
Perhaps
a more practical addition
With
every melancholy meal
A
pot of Valium or Mogadon
If a fraction of the effort that went into
Research
of women’s breasts and their bras
Had
instead gone into exploration
Of
space, the galaxy, and the stars
We
would today be operating
Burger
joints on the moon and mars
My blonde girlfriends
Are
really silly
They
think Taco Bell
The first sign of childhood ending
That
you can remember so far
When
you are too tall to be allowed