See the loitering man at McDonald’s
What he’s doing there I don’t know
But he sits every day now
He’s just sitting there picking his nose

But nobody knows him
What he’s doing there
‘Cause it’s an eating place
It’s an eating place, old man

Looking at the menu for hours
Sits back down and orders nothing at all, oh
There he sits, plays with his boogers
Where he sits no one will go, oh

He’s a loitering man at McDonald’s
What he’s doing there I don’t know
But he sits every day now
And he’s just sitting there picking his nose, oh

But nobody knows him
What he’s doing there
‘Cause it’s an eating place
It’s an eating place, old man, you see

Does he just come here to rest?
He’s been there too long, he’s gotta get out
“May I take your order, please?”
“We have McNuggets that will knock your socks off
So would you order some food or leave here?”

Don’t be the loitering man at McDonald’s
What he’s doing there I don’t know
But he sits every day now
He’s just sitting there picking his nose, oh

There’s a loitering man at McDonald’s
What he’s doing there I don’t know
But he’s there every day now
And he’s just sitting there picking his nose, oh

There’s a loitering man at McDonald’s
What he’s doing there I don’t know
I thought he sits every day now
He’s just sitting there and picking his nose