CHORUS
I'm the food court manager, don't cross me
Time to open shop and put this ball in play
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I may have grown into the guy that you never knew
To help feed the hungry at the shopping mall
At a neon heaven in the middle of hell
In a place that whets your appetite despite the smell
We got mystery meat cooked in a vat
And no matter what, you can get fries with that
I don't own no stocks or any private planes
I blow all my money on Xbox games
My head's an empty little shell of a cartridge
And I'm two-hundred and forty pounds of Danny Partridge
You need my permission if you want to take a pee
Remember that I hold the only bathroom key
And this polyester-clad dude's really kinda mean
I like a nice corn-dog to start my day
Next I think I'll loiter 'round the workers stations
And yell at the employees right in front of the patrons
So suck it up and be nice to me
Remember you're a dining room refugee
I memorized the menus, but that's just a start
I know every Monty Python show by heart
And contradictory to the things we say on the street
Our orange soda doesn't have Vitamin C (but it'll rot your teeth)
This wretched job is my life you see
John Stuart Mill don't have a use for me
I'm drowning in a sunflower oil slick
I heard the Health Department has a bone to pick
No matter how repulsive I'm human too
So do yourself a favor, spend some time with the boss
You know we all have lines we're willing to cross
Now I've been screamed at and I've been maced
But I'm just trying to sell food that's sodium laced
If you don't like our rules or our bathroom locks
Kindly drop a note in our suggestion box
Because I don't take no crap or anything of the sort
There ain't no question who runs this court (I run this court)
CHORUS
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