Why aren’t you how I remember
Now my memory is wrecked
Just like that last December
When McRibs were made perfect
They don’t come with enough sauce
Which should put us ill at ease
Because if that’s where’s the loss
All you get are gray patties
Don’t make me buy McNuggets
Just for extra Barbecue
Packs are cold and she forgets
(Wow, that rhymes with Mountain Dew)
There should be some pickles, yup
But can’t find a single one
Once even lifted it up
And missing the bottom bun
Why aren’t you how I remember
Now my memory is wrecked
Just like that last December
When McRibs were made perfect
Don’t want no more gray patties
Don’t want no more gray patties
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