McDonald’s In The Pentagon (Acoustic Extended Version) lyrics

[Verse 1]
There's a McDonald's in the Pentagon
I work at the McDonald's in the Pentagon
Yeah, there's not a bunch of spots for lunch
But it's a killer gig, back flippin' up the Big Macs

[Verse 2]
Serve 'em in the Pentagon
The other vendors came and went, they're gone
It did not go well for Taco Bell
And there was all that stress at the old Panda Express

[Bridge]
So, stick with us and you're set
Our cooking's standard, straight from corporate
It'll be like any other location
Except no small talk 'bout your occupation

[Verse 3]
Not allowed at the McDonald's in the Pеntagon
Reheating nuggets, wе put plenty on
And our faces flush through every rush
The beeps get so discordant, but your work is so important

[Verse 4]
Working at the Pentagon
So glad that we're all working at the Pentagon
All the DoorDash drivers get confused
'Cause users blew through the clues, didn't peruse the reviews
[Verse 5]
'Cause, like, you just dropped a check on McDonald's
Not checking which one that you spent it on?
b*tch, you hit the Pentagon

[Verse 6]
At the McDonald's in the Pentagon
There's quite lot of rules 'cause it's the Pentagon
They'll often request random drug tests
So all my buddies stick to cigarettes and liquor

[Verse 7]
I don't like either
They make me wanna throw up
But since I would like a breather, I buy packs of smokes and show up
I hate asking for spares and otherwise, why am I there? For air?
Ripe for firing just for slacking and admiring
Humid afternoons
In Arlington, Virgina Junes
Hot pavement's stainless countertops
Wiped clean when the orders finally stop

[Verse 8]
Back to work
Across the way we got a chocolate shop (Way we got a chocolate shop)
The Pentagon has a McDonald's and a chocolate shop (McDonald's and a chocolate shop)
It was an allocation from the Bush administration (Allocation from the Bush administration)
I don't care for those j*rks, but I sure care for the girl that works there (I don't care for those j*rks, but I sure care for the girl that works there)
[Verse 9]
She's at the register, my heart's McFluttering
But it never registers and all the feds are muttering
But the meat thermometer, I only use it on her's
She's the only soul I would protect here from E. coli

[Verse 10]
Get another serving in
Look in my eyes, I really mean it when I say I hope you supersize
I fantasize fries expire into cyanide
I say they're fresh but I lied, convincing them I'm on their side

[Verse 11]
If you've reached the epic peak of every patriot's ambition
Come to my place of employment for the inverse of nutrition
What we do to the McFlurry feels liberational
With special clearance to know if that machine is operational
It's not