I heard it, at first, when the radio was onThe Call Of The Bic Mac: "Hello, there. Food's on."
It called my name and how it did knew'd it
Will ne'er be known. The Mac, it just do'd it.
With a tempting bun and a sesame seed
It called to me, softly, to come fill a need.
The secret sauce, cheese, the pickles, the meat
It beckoned me: "Let's go. Come on ... let's eat ..."
It called to me, softly, to come fill a need.
The secret sauce, cheese, the pickles, the meat
It beckoned me: "Let's go. Come on ... let's eat ..."
And, as luck would have it, not a single Mac callBut two ... a two-fer special ... a double Mac haul.
A taste of heaven, twice over no less!
My will is weak, Mac, and that I confess.
You seduce, you motion, you caress and you wink.
My senses are faulty; when you're near I can't think.
Your pickles, your lettuce, your savory smell!
I'm akin to Pavlov's dog, simply ding-a-ling that bell!
My senses are faulty; when you're near I can't think.
Your pickles, your lettuce, your savory smell!
I'm akin to Pavlov's dog, simply ding-a-ling that bell!
I'll crave you and want you and pay my three fiddy
I'll sing your sweet theme song; oh what a diddy!
The dreams that I have are of you, my dear Mac
I awake in the night in mid-burger attack.
This, this, oh Mac, is what you do to my psyche.
You get under my skin, I awake and yell "Yikey!"
And it's all for the love of them double patties of beef ...
Big Mac, you're my longing, my desire, my relief.
You get under my skin, I awake and yell "Yikey!"
And it's all for the love of them double patties of beef ...
Big Mac, you're my longing, my desire, my relief.
