The Fast Food Song
air. The Mary Ann McHugh by; Tim Lyons

There is today around this land a most unhealthy fad
Inspired by neighbour Uncle Sam, promoting all that's bad
With eating soggy burger buns and half hot pies also
These old deep frying pans and fast food vans are the gourmet's overthrow

This fast food stuff it is all the go as any schoolboy knows
With stainless steel at every meal and tables in neat rows
Kebabs and burgers, thick with grease, go sliding down young throats
While Pizza Kings and onion rings , the growing body bloats

Now you will find, as I'll remind, at many of these stalls
The toxic smell of burning oil upon your senses palls
While beneath your feet, upon the street, quite plainly to be seen
The remains of spuds and cardboard tubs, and meat that's turning green

It is a pleasant pastime, if you have the time to spare
To stand awhile at such a place, all for to gawk and stare
For to observe your neighbours with their bellies full of stout
Crying "Two burgers there, the ould Miracal spare, one with and one without"

Like hurlers Just outside the goal, they jostle and they push
They loudly cry and madly vie for all this instant mush
And when in hand this drooling band discard without one care
Those plastic forks and plastic box, the tools of this vile fare

Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland, what has become of you?
Give us back our pots or coddle and our bowls of Irish stew
You've replaced our rippling muscles with reams of rolling fat
By eating stuff that near enough you wouldn't feed the cat

Oh McDonald Mór, a curse on you, down in history you will go
For the increasity in obesity from eating your ould dough
Oh Pizza Hut and Burgerland you've rounded my slim waist
On you I blame this overhang composed from flour and paste

So come all you healthy Irishmen, those mistakes do not be making
For life preclude, fast food exclude, don't forsake your hairy bacon
And you must chew raw turnips too, in your colon they won't lie
For if you do not it will be your lot, to tumble down and die