Too Much Paranoias

Think i got your dial tone
Think i got billy baxter's bone
Think i got a bubble-sac
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
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
Think i got a big mac attack