(Car door slams out side)

REFRAIN
Mcdonalds wants me, Lord I can't go back there
Mcdonalds wants me, Lord I can't go back there
I wish I had Ronald, to talk to

If a man ever quitting I did
No one had a right to work so hard and so cheap
Its better to be looking somewhere out in the streets
Out there the manager is coming
I've been so tired of frying

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It hurts to see the man that I've become
To know I'll never see the long and endless lines
I'll never see the Big Mac or the fries again
If I could just not do that
cheese, pickles or mayonnaise the Big Macs.

REFRAIN

I hope this letter finds it's way to the new crew
Forgive me if I told them what to say or what to do
Hang on to the happy meals
I hear a voice is calling me
Good Lord, it looks like the manager found me

REFRAIN

(Repeat line "Mcdonalds wants me, Lord I can't go back there" over
and over with background of "This is the manager. I did talk to you.
We need some one on the morning crews." and fade)