Too Much Paranoias

Think I got your dial tone

Think I got Billy Baxter's bone

Think I got a bubble-sac

I think I got a big mac attack

Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce

Special orders, don't upset us

All we ask is that you let us serve it your way

There's too much paranoias

There's too much paranoias

My momma's afraid to tell me the things she's afraid of

I been dipped in double meaning

I been stuck with static cling

Think I got a rupto-pac

I think I got a big mac attack

Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce

Special orders, don't upset us

All we ask is that you let us serve it your way

There's too much paranoias

There's too much paranoias

My momma's afraid to tell me the things she's afraid of