Closin' Time...

The night is somewhat frantic

A job at Mickey D's

Killer ain't feeling romantic

He's flippin' burgers with cheese

He's been eyeing the deep oil-fryer

Making those golden fries

He can't wait 'till the doors are locked

And everybody dies

He's waited on the customers

The co-eds and the drunks

The ladies in faux furs

Those he'd like to cut in chunks

But this job is only for employees

He's gonna take 'em down

Especially them ones he sees

That want to clown around

Shift-leader Shirley slaps him on the ass

Says:" Get a move on hun."

He slams her face on the grill, real fast

Slices breast, gets it on a bun

Another girl is screamin'

"What the hell did you do?"

Now her face is steamin'

From Mickey's coffee-brew

The chorus of yells is ringin' his bells

Jay's eyes are buggin', he don't want to stay

Fresh blood and fried flesh smells

The door is locked... he can't run away

He jumps the counter... Killer drags him back

The sharp knives ain't put away yet

He uses some of these to hack

Jay ain't got half his due...I'd bet

Onion chopper is a nice machine

It chops fingers from Jay's hand

Killer is enjoyin' the screams

Almost more than he can stand

Hot oil is flyin' all around

Killer's havin' fun

Let's have a quarter pound

Of lips... on a sesame bun

Mix up the secret sauce

Heat up the fryin' grill

Killer is the boss

And now there's time to kill