Lyrics

He's got those Junkfood Junkie Blues,
He's got those Junkfood Junkie Blues,
Give him a double quarter pounder, large fries and a shake.
If you want to keep him happy Momma, that’s what it takes.
Just give him what he’s craving or you’ll hear this refrain,
He wants to eat junkfood all day.
He's got those Junkfood Junkie Blues.

He’s got those Junkfood Junkie Blues.
It’s so politically correct to eat salad and rice,
They tell him all that grease is just not very nice,
He don't care what they say, he knows what he likes,
He’ll take his greasy burgers any day over rice.
He's got those Junkfood Junkie Blues.

He’s got those Junkfood Junkie Blues.
Give him potato chips and onion dip and coke on the rocks.
Give him something fried, he don’t want bagels and lox.
Top it off with icecream smothered in fudge,
Could this be why couch potatoes don’t budge?
They've got those Junkfood Junkie Blues.

He’s got those Junkfood Junkie Blues.
Now they say no pain, no gain, but Darlin’ listen to me.
The road you’re heading down will lead to gastro-misery.
Carrot sticks and water sound like torture to you,
But that’s what you’ll be eating if you keep on,
With these Junkfood Junkie Blues.