

(ahhhhh) (ohhhh) Lo and behold, the golden arches shine Turning simple water into soda
line Blessing every fry,
eating under neon signs
He walked up to the counter in a robe so white Ordered
two big macs in the middle of the night Multiplying fish-fillets for
everyone in sight Even got a apple pie,
taking a holy bite (amen)
No more happy meals,
just the grace in the box Passing out the napkins,
stepping in His clean socks (hahaha)