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.