Lady McDonalds
Feb. 18th, 2011 07:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marnanelThese are some stories I've heard from McD's workers over the years. [edit: to the tune of Lady Madonna by the Beatles.]
Lady McDonalds
Dreaming of your shift
Wonder at the places your thoughts can drift.
Your fluent Russian
Perfect Portuguese
Somehow never kept you from Mickey D's.
Everywhere the chicken-fat odour.
Strive to make the shake machine run.
Is that with a super-sized soda?
Life on a bun.
Mix up a patty
Caesar sauce instead
Can you make a pizza if you drop in bread?
Can't avoid the thoughts altogether,
Every year the death of your son.
Mother's Day's the longest night ever.
Life on a bun.
Lady McDonalds
When you close your eyes
Do you ask the darkness if it wants fries?
Lady McDonalds
Dreaming of your shift
Wonder at the places your thoughts can drift.
Your fluent Russian
Perfect Portuguese
Somehow never kept you from Mickey D's.
Everywhere the chicken-fat odour.
Strive to make the shake machine run.
Is that with a super-sized soda?
Life on a bun.
Mix up a patty
Caesar sauce instead
Can you make a pizza if you drop in bread?
Can't avoid the thoughts altogether,
Every year the death of your son.
Mother's Day's the longest night ever.
Life on a bun.
Lady McDonalds
When you close your eyes
Do you ask the darkness if it wants fries?
