By Dean Friedman

I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm
I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform

I leave from softball practice every night
It's getting dark but the golden arches light up the way
I turn the corner at the traffic light
I count my money and then I rehearse what I'm gonna say,
"I'd like an order of fries, a quarter pounder with cheese,
I love the light in your eyes Will you go out with me please?"

I am in love with the McDonald's Girl…

She doesn't try to impress anyone
She's doesn't act real tough like all the other girls that I know
She don't treat me like a simpleton
She's not afraid to be the only other virgin I know
And when my hamburgers cold, I get up ready to go,
She's only 15 years old, and I'm in love with her so…

I am in love with the McDonald's Girl…

There she stands behind the register
Taking orders from the Saddle River Little League
If they knew how much I wanted her
Their homeroom teacher would have to send them home for a week
And as I head for the door, the movement catches her eye,
My heart begins to soar, she smiles and waves goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm
I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform
She is an angel in a polyester uniform