We're quite sick of stuffing and the whole thing.
And I may blow stuffing out everything.
Somewhere's a pill that will make me controlled.
And there are creams in case I've got some mold.

E'en though it makes me sick now,luv
Someday I'll be eating food anew.

You'll give me pie, turkey and ham I know
Warm from the nuke, until I say no mo.
I've got my sweet and I've got medicine,
Must hoard my food 'til it is mine again.

Now I must ease, tum of mine until then,
Must hoard my food 'til it is mine again.

Someday fridge will be mine, my luv
I said "someday whenever the tummy's through."

You'll give me pie, turkey and ham I know
Warm from the nuke, until I say no mo.
I've got my sweet and I've got medicine,
Must hoard my food 'til it is mine again.