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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pulled up quick
Gold sign gleamin in the rain
Dollar menu
Callin harder than my name
Steam on the glass
Salt in the air
Grease on my fingers
And I don’t even care
[Chorus]
I like McDonald’s more than dinner at home
When the bag hits the table
I’m already gone
Got a fry in my fist
Got a burger in hand
Sorry mom
But your cooking’s kinda bland
(yeah, it’s bland, it’s bland)
[Verse 2]
Big Mac stack
Drippin down my sleeve
Nugget box open
There’s a kingdom of cheese
Apple pie lava
Burnin up my tongue
Her boiled-no-spice
Can’t touch this fun
[Chorus]
I like McDonald’s more than dinner at home
When the bag hits the table
I’m already gone
Got a fry in my fist
Got a burger in hand
Sorry mom
But your cooking’s kinda bland
(oh mom, understand)
[Bridge]
She says “sit down
Eat what I made”
But it’s pale on the plate
Like it’s stuck in the shade
I need ketchup rivers
Pickles
Crunch
And slam
Not another gray spoon
Of “mystery yam”
[Chorus]
I like McDonald’s more than dinner at home
When the bag hits the table
I’m already gone
Got a fry in my fist
Got a burger in hand
Sorry mom
But your cooking’s kinda bland
I like McDonald’s
Shout it out with the band
(ba-da-ba, I’m a fan)
Details
GeneratedFeb 17, 2026
Duration2:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy garage rock with male vocals, fuzzy double-tracked guitars, loose snare-heavy drums, and a pushed, slightly distorted lead vocal. Verses stay tight and half-spoken with call-and-response shouts; chorus explodes with gang vocals and wide power chords. Short middle breakdown with tom-heavy stomp and feedback swell before a final, shout-along hook., male vocals, garage rock
Credits
Prompt byRockerqueen
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Garage rock, male vocals, a song about how I like to eat McDonald’s, different meals they have, and why I rather eat McDonald’s instead of my moms cooking because her food is bland
