B*G M*C

B*G M*C

I've never desired a B*g M*c

Not once in twenty years

I'd rather be eating plated food

When munching with my peers

Though others think differently

Saying whether you like it or not

You have to if you've got kids

Who's the boss amongst that lot

Some may have another view

Craving a peaceful life

Seek small nuggets of family joy

Amongst life’s many strifes

Let’s go to McD*n*lds

Amongst the ballyhoo

What else are B*g M*c eaters

Going to find to do

Sunday’s queues were endless

It’s replaced the family roast

Those in need of one hot meal

Will possibly miss it most

So now the doors are closing

The fryers and grills gone cold

It’s one more effort to save the lives

Of those who won’t be told

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