One McDonald's in Switzerland came under attack, I thought they were neutral
They were bombed by X-rated films they had their fill
For hours, on the big screen TV, at a time the kids watched in awe
Their parents were in shock at they what saw
T'is no Christmas treat, it must've been the Grinch
For the some of actresses didn't flinch
The workers hadn't noticed it for a few hours,
Behind the production line of the Golden Arches not Towers.
It was finally brought up to their attention
By some of the parents that were tired of explaining 'That's how babies are made.' It was no fun.
At all.
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