Too Much Paranoias Lyrics

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 mom'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