Progress never waited for us, girl.
Bulldozers plowed ahead,
As we followed in their wake.
We watched the golden arches' grand collapse,
A pile of rusted iron.
Bowed our heads for Ronald's sake.

McDonald's lot is empty and so dark,
All the bright, red ketchup on the ground.
Someone left a Big Mac on a tray.
I don't think that I should try it.
It's been so long since they fried it.
And I'll never taste their greasy fries again.
Oh, no!

I recall the yellow, rotten mess,
Foaming cold McShakes,
Dripping on the old McFloor.
The smell of burnt McNuggets,
On the grill,
As an old man drools McMustard,
While he snores.

McDonald's lot is empty and so dark,
Gone are all the screaming kiddie sounds.
Someone left a Big Mac on a tray.
City Hall heard me defend it.
It's been weeks since they condemned it.
Now I'll never taste their greasy fries again.
Oh, no!

There must be a burger joint for me,
Somewhere I'll find it.
Could it be a Burger King for me?
Perhaps I'll try it.
I'd love to drink the Coke straight from the spout,
Eat fried McEverything, until my guts spew out.
Do I miss the McBuns in my life?
Who gave me McRuns all my life?
Mickey D's the one.

Will I put Big Mac buns in my hands?
Are they behind me?
Other golden arches dot this land,
And I shall find thee.
I will eat the foods of McDesire,
Where the McNeon shines emblazoned in the sky.

And after all the diners, greasy spoons,
Somehere at a drive-in I pass through,
I will think of you . . .
And dry my McEyes,

McDonald's lot is empty and so dark,
From my bright red Mustang, I look 'round.
Someone left a Big Mac on a tray.
There's no one to take my order.
No bus boys from 'cross the border.
And no one will ask, "Do you want fries with that?"
Oh, no! . . . Oh, no . . . No, no . . . Oh noooooooo!!