[Intro: Yelping pop-punk male lead, shouted, guitars in] Welcome to the window Can I take your order? No [Verse 1: Yelping pop-punk male lead, yelping, fast] Greg in a headset like he's running the fleet Clipboard on his hip and his khakis too neat Says "smile with your voice, that's the drive-thru way" Says "upsell the pie, and the pie's on display" Says "mop out the walk-in when you're done with the line" Says "Sunday is yours, and you'll be there at nine" I gave this place sweat, I gave this place blood I gave it my knees in the grease and the mud Then a minivan pulls in, says "uh, is this the right place?" And I lean in that speaker with the whole world on my face [Hook: Yelping pop-punk male lead, yelped, full chest, shouted] Take notice, here's my two-second notice Visor in the fryer and the whole crew knows this Never coming back, you can mail me the bonus Take notice, here's my two-second notice [Verse 2: Yelping pop-punk male lead, yelping, faster] Lou on the fryer gave a salute with the tongs Shift lead crying in the corner singing along Greg on the headset, "this is not how we do it" I said "Greg, it is now, buddy, I'm already through it" Hit the ice machine, hit the big red button All the ice came pouring and I didn't care for nothing Told the minivan "your fries are free for life" Told the man behind 'em "go and tell your wife" [Hook: Yelping pop-punk male lead, yelped, full chest, shouted] Take notice, here's my two-second notice Visor in the fryer and the whole crew knows this Never coming back, you can mail me the bonus Take notice, here's my two-second notice [Verse 3: Yelping pop-punk male lead, yelping, slowing to confess, then full force] And I know what you're thinking, you gave it your years All the grease and the blood and the overtime tears Well, I clocked in at nine and I walked out at one Okay, twelve forty-five, but the point is I'm done Never got a break, never even got a fry First shift, last shift, same shift, bye Lou's still waving from the window in the rain Shift lead taking off her visor, doing the same [Bridge: Yelping pop-punk male lead, name tag rip, the band stops for one beat on the rip, then comes back in at double speed] Grab the name tag, rip it, fling it in the oil Hear it sizzle like a dream that was born to spoil Everybody in the kitchen going wild for the boy Greg holding up the tag like a melted toy [Final Hook: Yelping pop-punk male lead, yelped, full chest, shouted, highest] Take notice, here's my two-second notice Visor in the fryer and the whole crew knows this Never coming back, you can mail me the bonus Take notice, here's my two-second notice [Outro: Yelping pop-punk male lead, yelling from the parking lot, last chord rings out and fades] Two-second notice Have a good one, Greg [End]
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