I Gotta Tell Someone, Even The Puppeteer. Lyrics

I GOTTA TELL SOMEONE, EVEN THE PUPPETEER.

{Verse}

I’ve gotta tell somebody, everybody, about the McRib.
I’ve gotta tell somebody, everybody, about the McRib.
If you’re a shoemaker or a baker or a caretaker.
Mailman, fireman, or just a fellow countryman…
I’ll tell ‘ya in a text, with a call, via carrier pigeon, smoke signal,
Morse code. You all need to know.

{Chorus}

McRib Season’s here.
McRib Season’s here.
Did you hear me, puppeteer?
Yeah, that’s right. You and the marionette.

{Verse 2}

I’ve gotta tell somebody, everybody, about the McRib.
I’ve gotta tell somebody, everybody, about the McRib.
If… you’re an educator or waiter or my grumpy neighbor,
Scientist, pianist–ha, I just said pianist. I’ll tell ya with a mega phone,
chain letter, airplane banner, whisper in your ear (whispered)
Because you all need to know.

{Chorus}

McRib Season’s here.
McRib Season’s here.
Can you hear me, Balladeer…
Because it’s time. For. The Mc-Rib break down!

{Break}

P to the O to the R to the K
The McRib is here and I have to say
Appreciate you all coming out
To hear what this essay is all about

{Bridge}

This essay is titled “McRib. A pork based love story.”
It’s a story of love, loss and redemption.
And also of a little dog who wears a funny sweater, but I may edit out that part.

{Chorus}

McRib Season’s here. x5

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