(Beautiful 8-chord string intro)

I-eeeee-eeeye juuuuust wooooooke uuuuup
And I-eeeee waaaant taaaaaa-cooooos
IIIIIII'm soooooo huuuuuu-un-gryyyy
I doooon't waaant Paaaaa-coooo's

I-eeeee-eeeye neeeeed sooooome-thiiiing
That giiiiiiives meeeee flat-u-leeeeence
Don't waaaaaant Miiiiiick-Doooooon-aaaaaaald's
Waaaant foooood wiiith eeeex-cell-eeeence

I don't want no cereal, it makes my teeth bacterial
I also don't need scrambled eggs, I had a batch just yesterday
I had the runs, I had to go, but that is TMI to know
My car won't start, that piece of crap! I really want my money back

Don't have a brand new bus pass yet, I sold one on the Internet
I wish I hadn't been that dumb and swallowed all that bubblegum
What I need is Taco Bell, 'cause now I'm singing Pachelbel
I really need to get a life, I really need to get a wife

Driving-in-my car to-the Ta co Bell-and-now-I
Got-the-thing-to start, little car from hell-and-now-I'm
Getting-out-of car, open up the door-and-now-I
Tell-the-teenage dude what-I'm hun gry for-and-he-says

**Cashier**
Thank-you-sir-for coming-to-this Ta co Bell-hey-can-I
Get-your-order, sir 'fore-you scream 'n' yell-ell-at-me

**Singer**
Four-tacos-to go make-'em all soft shell-I'm-hungry
And-a-med-yum shake... Whoops!-for got my (censored)-money

**Cashier**
I'm sorry, sir, can't-take card or check-but-I'll-check
With-my-man-a ger, he'll-say what the heck-won't-doubt-it

**Manager**
What-is-going on there's-a prob lem here-I'm-guessing
Can-you-say-it loud, got-a stub born ear-it's-stressing

**Singer**
I-forgot-my cash in-my oth er pants-I-washed-'em
All-I've-got-is card... or-I'll write a check-for-how-much?

**Cashier**
Twenty-dollars, sir... Is-that all you want-or-do-you
Want-a-side-of sticks made-of cinnamon-it's-yummy

**Manager**
Guess I'll take a check for now, but if it e'er happens 'gain
I'll find out where you live and I'l do things I shouldn't mention here

**Singer**
What the (Bleep) did you just say? Don't threaten me another day
Or I will never come again, and I'll be singing Beethoven
And if you ever threaten me, I'll call police, I don't mean Sting
I'm getting rather hungry now! You'll lose some cash in Jones and Dow!

**Manager**
I don't like your tone of voice and I don't like your words of choice
I'd like to ban your ass for life but that won't go well with my wife 'cause
Are you not my neighbor dude? I'm sorry if I'm acting rude but
I've been stressed all (Bleeping) day, can barely hear a word you say

**Cashier**
Dude, let-him eat now-his stomach growls it sounds
Like the Lion King who prowls
My 15-minute lunch breaked passed from talking to this stupid--

**Manager**
Chaz!

**Cashier**
Sorry.
What I meant I meant to say is that you're wasting all my time today
So, Mr. Winkler, I must say it's got to be my quitting day

[The next sixteen-chord interlude is accompanied by a profanity-laden argument between Chaz and Mr. Winkler.]

**Manager**
Sorry 'bout the cashier boy, he's very easily annoyed
He's got attention deficit, and no high-school certificate

**Singer**
I just want my food, so I'll be leaving now, to not be rude
I haven't eaten jack today, I haven't got the time to play

[Thirty-two-chord interlude as the singer writes a check, eats his food, and drinks his shake all the way home.]