Johnny’s is a meat grill…servin’ up a piggy-swill
You’ve got a roadkill…wonderin’ if ya need a will
A pan full o’ gross meat…you saw ‘Thai hog’
Eatin’ it’s a hard slog…once it was a pet dog
Look out, bud…your dinner’s a dud
God knows why…but you’re eatin’ it again
You’re gonna chuck down the porcelain…fillin’ up a U-bend
The pan full o’ dog meat crap…was a bit grim
But ya get a lower bill…you must be so dim!

Maggot filled meat cut…face full o’ dead mutt
Now ya got a bad gut…place oughta be shut
The food’s crap ev’ry day…face is now a shade o’ grey
A high cost ya gonna pay…crappest joint in L.A.
That’s not hog…your dinner was a dog
The cooks give ya big woes…they ain’t no pros
Vomit from a crapper flows…they’re washin’ it with a fire hose
Be on your toes…rue what you chose
You don’t need a foodie-man…to know how much the food blows

Oh, got sick – duff meal…squirmin’ like an ill eel
Said ‘veal’ – gettin’ real…if anythin’, a rotten seal
So dud, that crud…so cack – some fail
So pale – should rail…so boss, he should be in a jail
Look out, dude…you’re gonna be sued
By boozers, eaters…restroom users bitten by the skeeters
A girl got a lawsuit…won a lot o’ free loot
More fellow feeders…are now the freebie needers

Oh, free dough – my go…great luck – no suck
Made a buck – good call – windfall…bought myself a big hall
Band on – rock hits – hard riffs…great beer – as if!
Band is up for rockin’…but they need a puff o’ rad kif
On all night…they better be tight
Wanna “Jump” an’ a “Hey Joe”…with a super solo
Don’t want J-Lo…an’ try t’ avoid “Fernando”
They’re gonna do a Gunne…it better be “Run”
The band don’t shirk…but they mangled up the Bangles