Do You Want Fries With That - Tim McGraw

I thought that was your voice

I thought that was my car

Now we ain’t ever met before

But I know who you are

You’re living in my house

And I’m living in a tent

And don’t laugh, this second job of mine

Is paying both our rents

You’re out here buying Happy Meals

And I’m eating rice and pintos

You so much as crack a smile at me, man

I’ll come through this here window

Well you took my wife

And you took my kids

And you took that life

That I used to live

My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat

Yeah I think that’s just about everything

Oh I almost forgot

Do you want fries with that?

Your ketchup’s in the bag

And a check is in the mail

I hope your chicken’s raw inside

And I hope your bun is stale

I’m supposed to tell you

«Please come back»

But how bout this instead?

I hope you both choke on a pickle

Man, that would tickle me to death

I don’t know what you’re waiting on You’re holding up the line

Oh man, you ain’t got no change coming back

Are you out of your mind?

Well you took my wife

And you took my kids

And you took that life

That I used to live

My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat

Yeah I think that’s all there is Do you want fries with that?

Well you took my wife

And you took my kids

And you took that life

That I used to live

My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat

Yeah I think that about covers it Do you want fries with that?