Too Much Paranoias

Think I got your dial tone Think I got Billy Baxter's bone Think I got a bubble-sac I 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 There's too much paranoias There's too much paranoias My momma'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 I 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 There's too much paranoias There's too much paranoias My momma's afraid to tell me the things she's afraid of