• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Fast Food - Weird Al Yankovic
• Fast Food - Richard Thompson
• Fast Food - Pete Townshend
• Fast Food - Not Available
• Fast Food - Tim Hawkins
• Fast Food - Banda 400

How about making a run for the border
How about me deserving a break today
How about getting some fries with my order
How about finally letting me have it my way
Thank you Burger King
Thank you Dairy Queen
Thank you, thank you KFC
Thank you Pizza Hut
Thank you Taco Bell

Big Mac, small mac, burger and fries
Sheve 'em in boxes all the same size
Easy on the mustard, heavy on the sauce
Double for the fat boy eats like a horse
Fry them patties and send 'em right through
Microwave oven going to fry me too
Can't lose my job by getting in a rage
Got to get my hands on that minimum wage
CHORUS
Shove it in their faces, give 'em what they want
Got to make it fast, it's a fast food restaurant
Shakes' full of plastic, meat's full of worms
Everything's zapped so you won't get germs
Water down the ketchup, easier to pour on
Pictures on the register in case you're a moron
Keep your uniform clean, don't talk back
Blood down your shit going to get you the sack
Sugar, grease, fats and starches
Fine to dine at the golden arches
CHORUS
Baby thrown up, booth number 9
Wash it down, hose it down, happens all the time
Cigarettes in the coffee, contact lens in the tea
I'd rather feed pigs than humanity
CHORUS

Fast food, feed me fast
I've been waiting for an aeon
And I just won't last
I want fast food, I want food fast
Food fast food
She wants food fast
She wants fast food
Fast food fast
No, I haven't booked
I don't want it grilled and I don't want it cooked
I don't even want it killed
If it's dead I heave, it makes me sick
So check that it can breathe and bring it to me quick
I want food fast
I want fast food
Frisky little children
Served up in the nude
Keep them coming
If you want my gratitude
Bring me food fast
Now I want fast food
Food fast food
She wants food fast
She wants fast food
Fast food fast
I must say it's gracious
Of you all to multiply
For I am voracious
And I need a huge supply
Of organic, bleeding
Palpitating swill
I'm ready for feeding
And I don't want a bill
I want food fast
I want fast food
Pretty naked girls
Preferably tattooed
I don't like fiber
Especially barbecued
I want food fast, yeah
I want fast food
Long ago I used to grace
Vegetarian restaurants out in space
But here below I looked and saw
You were growing fat on the spoils of war
I want food fast
I want fast food
Pulsating organs
Delicately chewed
I want to be like you
Rapacious and crude
I want food fast, fast, hear me?
I want fast food
Food fast food
She wants food fast
She wants fast food
Fast food fast
It's great to be down under
With you slobbering jackeroos
I'm partial to a chunder
Over throbbing kangaroos
Now let your women breed
Impale the sacred cow
Because I'm dressed to feed
And I'll breast feed now
I want food, fast food
I want fast food
Because I'm so hungry
Fast food, I want fast food
Because I'm so hungry

I heard a voice inside me
It told me that I was hungry
I looked around, I couldn't see some food
So I went into, into a restaurant
I found a table that was free
The other people stared at me
I got the card and realized
The prize was too high
They kicked me out and said "Good Bye"
Stop bad mood - and eat some healthy fast food
Cheap and good - come let us eat some fast food
After that - you will see, that there is nothing to regret
I heard a voice inside me
It told me that was happy
It was the best that I could do
Burger King - you are, yes you're surely the better way to go
When you see this restaurant
You'll be fine and you will come

What is this place Chipotle?
What's up with that?
No. Are we just giving up on the normal-sized burritos now?
Yeah, take a laundry bag & fill it with meat
That's what I want
I don't want a tortilla
I want a huge towel!
You want this to go?
I'll get the dolly!
We all have Cracker Barrel here
It's not THAT great, is it?
It's like your eating in a garage sale
There's stuff hanging all over the walls
Farm equipment over your head
I'm tryin' to order food
What's she talking about?
"How are the biscuits & gravy?"
"They'll make ya wanna slap ya momma!"
Are they THAT good?!

Rit.x2 (Emanuele)
Innato il nostro istinto per il prelibato
Fatboy Slim si magiano ci? che hanno sempre sognato
Come di rito trovano il gusto giusto
con un piatto di quelli che ti mandano tutto a posto!
(Paolo)
Giorno! 2000 gradi all'ombra caldo infernale,
mille piedi di altezza Testa fra le nuvole sognando
Frutti tropical Fastfood immensi immersi in flash di sapori ostriche
Mercy, che tempi!Manda dai che ci mangiamo tutto
Minestra, pasta, riso con dentro un po' di tutto un sorriso
tanto per sapere se hai gradito
la pancia scoppia ma non basta c'entra ancora uno stufato
(Testa)
? pronto!
(Matteo)
Mamma un attimo che arrivo
un autopasto ? quello che ci vuole buon appetito!
Rit.x2 (Emanuele)
(Emanuele)
In svelto e via ordino tutto a portar via,
Ketchup e Maionese lasciano la spia
salto in macchina Hamburger tra i denti e mammamia
Scappo dal caldo con in mano una Coca-Cola
Rilassato mi godo le bollicine che scoppiano in gola,
Potatos fritte mi s'attaccano al palato come lettere alla mia mente
Sicuramente ora sar? pronto a mangiar qualcosa di veramente imponente
Qualcosa che diturbi il mio apparato digerente!
(Paolo)
Cameriere!?
Il men? perfavore
anzi porti tutto che oggi ho molta fame!
Cameriera!?
il conto per favore
qui ho finito devo andare ho altri posti da svuotare!
(Matteo)
Liste della spesa, fettuccine ajosa cosa?!
Vado che m'aspettano tre fette di mimosa!
(Alberto Sordi- Un americano a Roma)
Maccarone..m'hai provocato ed io me te magno..armhh!
Rit.x2 (Emanuele)
(Matteo)
Merende, pranzi, cene, spuntini e colazioni
l'importante che alla fine ti slaccino i calzoni
Carbonara, pasta al forno, manzo, agnello in venti salse
Un insalata per gradire pesce fritto, dolci e paste
Pollo alla diavola a tavola
signorina in camice, una birra e gi? che c'? un po' di bresaola
Se spaccamo tutto da sto posto ne esco morto
? un complotto niente da fare un gusto in atto m'ha messo sotto!
(Paolo)
Pesce..No grazie due sandwich volanti
sono un teenager senza tempo ma con quattrocento denti!
(Emanuele)
Fra polpette, orecchiette il buon gustaio no non smette sente..
che non accusa mentre
mangia, beve
e poi non paga pi? niente, pi? niente..
(Dj Mada-scratch)
Fette di prosciutto alle orecchie..pizza..fritti misti..mangia mangia..
Fette di prosciutto alle orecchie..pizza..fritti misti..mangia mangia..
Rit.x2 (Emanuele)
Cappuccino Bros, Cappuccino Bros
Fuji, Fuji.. yess!
Dj Sano..400 colpi Fastfood Fast&Furious;