I come to fast food like to my home
How nice around me, how very pretty
Around here people eatin' and spittin'
The food is fast and thoughts are sweety

And our stomachs fly open
Towards the food we hope it's graceful
The pork, the ketchup and the oats
And our happiness is tasteful

I keep enjoying myself
Food in my brain
I keep on eatin', I've got no pain
In quiet silence I seat for hours without fear
I found myself the right direction
And my religion is digestion
I believe in coca-cola
And it's clear

I'm the king of fat
And love food to destruction
I'm always on the top
And full of best production

And there is nothing wrong
I can sit here for ages
I'm not concealing
The real nature of myself

I've got no strength to stop I can't get enough
Cause when I'm eatin', I'm dumb 'n' deaf
I'm becoming something greasy
And I feel so good 

Oh pretty world inside my plate
The world of  "fake" that I have made
Now I am what I eat
So welcome to fast food