Cheese Fries

Cheese fries In my hands Make me a happy man Cheese fries In my face Leave no aftertaste And I know that they're bad for you Covered in that gloppy goo And I know that it's such a waste So much food, so little taste Cheese fries Make no sense That's why I give 'em as Christmas presents Cheese fries They don't smoke 'Cause that's bad for you, it ain't no joke And I know that they taste like dung But that's half of the point of 'um The other half is heart attacks They're one of God's perfect snacks This Is the end Of the song