His name was Glenn and he was, a big McDonald's man, He was drunk and at a wedding, down in punta can, The wedding was for his daughter, so he might of had a few, But the wedding was now over, and he knew just what to do, His tummy was a grumbling, His eye set with delight, A big old plate of french fries, The owner nowhere in sight, So slowly slowly reached his hands down and grabbed a fry, And dipped it, dip dip dipped in ketchup, So the French fry wasn't dry, His son Trevor looked at him, And said, what do you do? Those aren't your fries, And their old as crap, This isn't like you. This is definitely not like you. And good old Glenn just looked at him, Determination in his eye, And with one big breath, he said out loud, to anyone passing by. I don't give a sht I don't give a sht I don't give a sht I don't give a sht He was getting his fries he was getting happy, That's all that mattered in his mind. I don't give a sht I don't give a sht I don't give a sht I don't give a sht And that shut Trevor up real good, so he just sat back and watched, Watched his dad munch away, And away and away. Away. And if anybody said anything to him, Glenn knew what to say. I don't give a sht I don't give a sht I don't give a sht I don't give a sht Now the plate was clear, his mission done Time to go to bed. But little Trevor and the rest of the family, Had this memory now in their head. So anytime he'd misbehave they knew just what to say, They think of how he acted, on this faithful day. He don't give a sht He don't give a sht He don't give a sht He don't give a sht Glenn glenny big ole Glenn boy Just don't give no shts. He don't give a sht He don't give a sht He don't give a sht He don't give a sht Got his fries y'all That's all that matters at 3:00 a.m.. Get your fries yo. [end] [Outro]