Lyrics:
Hey, Food, don't make me fat Or I'll have to go on a diet Remember, don't dare me to eat a horse Because of course I'd probably try it Hey, Food, don't make me sick Pepto Bismal can make it better The minute I let it into mouth And it goes south I will feel better I'll let you in and let you out Hey, Food, no doubt Without you I'd die, and that would be sad I'd crumple up into a pile And in a while I would start to decompose and smell bad (na na na na na na na na na) Hey, Food, don't make me ill Set the table and light the candles But watch out, 'cause when I'm starting to scarf I tend to bard All over my sandals And anytime I feel the urge I might regurge From eating too many pink burritos Along with Lays' potato chips French onion dips Pop rocks, twinkies, chili dogs and fritos (na na na na na na na na na) Hey, Food, you've won again Stomach's rumbling like a comet My system is going on the blink And now I think I'm going to vomit vomit vomit vomit vomit vomit bleahhhh! Na na na na na na na na na na na, hey, Food! Na na na na na na na na na na na, hey, Food! (etc.)
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