Screwed on too tight, only thing I hear poppin'
Is my shoulder right now, that sauce ain't comin' out
I don't know why you're laughin'
Still got some red on your hands, you ground 'em raw while you attempted

Screwed on too well, this stupid jar ain't near poppin'
Real progress? I see nothin', a real problem
Screwed on too well, this damn sauce jar ain't near poppin'
We might have to eat somethin' else, we're strugglin'

Try some other sauce, the point is we need dinner
Doesn't matter what kind, it all works with chicken
Wait, this is the same and this one, they're all wrist killers
No diff'rence, they're all stickin' hard, can't not have sauce 'cause then all
We'd have is meat, not wrong, just bland stuff

Screwed on too well, these stupid jars ain't near poppin'
You'd think they might be budgin', still see nothin'
Screwed on too well, these damn sauce jars ain't near poppin'
Where are my tools? Need somethin' to see budgin'

Screwed on too well, these stupid jars ain't near poppin'
Six wrenches in, see budgin'? Nope, see nothin'
Screwed on too well, these damn sauce jars ain't near poppin'
So hungry, must eat somethin', still need substance
Screwed on too well, these stupid jars ain't near poppin'
Swear if I don't see budgin', see glass crunchin'
Screwed on too well, these damn sauce jars ain't near poppin'
It turns left? Oh, geez