OLD BROWN FOOD

I want some food that's right
Food that's just a day or two old
I wanna juicy steak
With a beer that is tall and cold
Now I'm throwing out this old brown food
Baby it sure smells real crude
I'm really ashamed but
It won't be the same now, I'm telling you

Pick it up from where
Mold tries to make me frown
And when I see the pile
It makes me feel sad and down
So escaping from this food
Baby it sure smells real crude
I'm really ashamed but
It won't be the same now when I get through

If I throw up I'll use my fingers
Making noise like many singers
Not worrying what they or you'll say
I'll puke and puke and maybe someday
Who knows maybe I'll have some mint tea

I may appear to be imperfect
That's 'cause my fridge's a reject
I bought it cheaper than a toaster
It looked better on the poster
Who knows maybe I'll eat out daily

I know my food is bad
To miss that food is something I'd like
I'll make an early start
For the restaurant down off the pike
For their sweet cream pie I'm in the queue
Baby I'm in love with you
I'm really ashamed but
It won't be the same now when I get through

I'm really ashamed but
It won't be the same now when I get through
Yeah yeah yeah
Tu la, tu ru tu