Текст песни
Dinner time again — what should I choose?
Home... McDonald's... or the bar with the booze?
Round and round, got nothing to lose
Home... McDonald's... or the bar with the booze!
(Hey!)
Which way tonight?
Fridge says "empty", that's nothing new
One sad yogurt and a pickle or two
Home sweet home with a frozen delight
Netflix, leftovers... Friday night
Golden arches calling my name
Every burger tastes the same
Then the bar starts pulling me in
Cold beer... loud bass... let the night begin
Three directions
One pair of shoes
Too many choices
Nothing to lose
My stomach's talking
My head says "No
My feet already
Want to go
Dinner time again — what should I choose?
Home... McDonald's... or the bar with the booze?
Left... right... round we cruise
Home... McDonald's... or the bar with the booze!
I don't need trouble
I don't need fame
But every Friday
Feels the same
Home
McDonald's
Or the bar with the booze
My old sofa knows my name
Every evening looks the same
TV glowing, lights down low
Another rerun, nice and slow
Burger, fries, a cola too
Safe and easy, tried and true
But neon lights begin to shine
One cold beer... and I'll be fine
Maybe tonight
I'll keep it cool
Maybe tonight
I'll play the fool
Maybe tomorrow
I'll laugh it through
Life tastes better
With something new
Dinner time again — what should I choose?
Home... McDonald's... or the bar with the booze?
Round and round, got nothing to lose
Home... McDonald's... or the bar with the booze!
Everybody dancing
Everybody move!
Home
McDonald's
Or the bar with the booze!
Bass keeps rolling
Feet don't stop
One more drink
One more drop
Tomorrow's problem
Tonight's good news
Home
McDonald's
Or the bar
With the booze!
