[Intro] [Sound of a car window rolling down] (Welcome to the drive-thru, can I take your order?) Yeah. Turn the beat up on the stereo. I'm about to make this complicated. Look. [Verse One] I need a double patty, heavy on the mayonnaise, a side of fries Don't you look at me with judgment in your tired eyes I require extra pickles, nickel-plated wrapper, keep it crispy If the lettuce isn't crunchy I will get a little tipsy Flipping tables in a panic, manic depressive digestion Answering the intercom before you even ask the question Give me seven chicken nuggets, not a six-piece, I am starving And a large vanilla milkshake that the management is carving From a glacier in the Arctic, sparking up a conversation With the manager on duty regarding the condensation On the outside of the beverage, leverage all the condiments I want the barbecue, the mustard, and the other monuments Of artificial flavoring, savoring every chemical My hunger is identical to monsters, it is medical [Chorus] (What did you say?) I said I need the calories! (Sir please move on) I'm violating your realities! Chopping up the menu with a surgical precision Making every minimum wage worker hate their own vision I am hungry, I am angry, I'm a drive-thru disaster Put the order in the bag and try to do it slightly faster [Verse Two] Wait, I haven't finished, diminished capacity for patience I am breaking every rule across the fast food nations I demand a paper crown and a toy from the promotion If you tell me that you're out of them I'm causing a commotion Pouring sweet and sour sauce across the dashboard of my Honda I'm responding to the hunger like a hungry anaconda Wrapped around a steering wheel, squealing tires on the pavement I am seeking culinary utter mental true enslavement Give me forty two packets of the pepper and the salt If the ice cream machine is broken it is your specific fault I don't care about the maintenance, the temporal anomaly I'm buying up the franchise to establish a monopoly Just to guarantee my onion rings are perfectly cylindrical My attitude is terrible, my appetite is clinical [Chorus] (What did you say?) I said I need the calories! (Sir please move on) I'm violating your realities! Chopping up the menu with a surgical precision Making every minimum wage worker hate their own vision I am hungry, I am angry, I'm a drive-thru disaster Put the order in the bag and try to do it slightly faster [Bridge] [Beat cuts out entirely] (Sir, your total is fourteen pounds and fifty pence. Please pull forward.) [Beat drops back in double time] Fourteen fifty? For the saturated fat? I could buy a minor property or maybe buy a cat With the money that I'm spending on this absolute insanity I'm losing all my dignity, my sanity, humanity But give me all the napkins, stuff them in the carrier I'm crashing through the barrier, there isn't nothing scarier! [Outro] [Engine revving aggressively] Yeah. Keep the change. Actually, no, give me the exact change. And an apple pie. (Please just leave the window.) Fine. Let's go.
