Beneath the Glad Sunbeam - Mimas

This man, he opened a fast-food restaurant

At first he smiled, but then he got tired

Closed down the shop, fired all the staff

People got sick eating all that fat

La da da, la da da da da…

His hands smelled of meat and monotonous work

His son suffered from Downs-syndrome, but not as much as he

One day he made it to the headlines, horray!

Horray!

His son found him lying still.

Eyes closed, smell;

horrid!

Horrid!