Stuff in that plate of grub,
Eat more and quake a fart,

Gravy, gravy,
I prepare to swear, then blow,
Each time I heave on floor,
With Scotch, I flock to the meat,
Going for mother's stuffing treat,
She'll use thyme, I've just begun to stir,
Leaving me to want dessert,
(Never over) Have to try some food anew,
(Never over) Have to find some meat to chew

Stuff in that plate of grub,
Eat more and quake a fart,
Stuff in that plate of grub,
Implore for cake and tart,
Never over, never over

I've gone for four
More extruded bites,
I've eaten beans here,
With some ham and rice,
But is my next obsession,
Turkey and some stuffing perfection
It's sublime, before I break apart,
I'll rush for food restart,
(Never over) Have to try some food anew,
(Never over) Have to find some meat to chew

Stuff in that plate of grub,
Eat more and quake a fart,
Stuff in that plate of grub,
Implore for cake and tart,
Never over, never over

I fried some lard, charred in frustration,
Hope the food crop is in transformation,
But each time, my kin does gather,
I'm so afraid we'll have leftovers forever,

Stuff in that plate of grub,
Eat more and quake a fart,
Stuff in that plate of grub,
Implore for cake and tart,
Stuff in that plate of grub,
Before you break apart,
Never over, never over

Gravy, never over,
Never over, baby,
Ooh, never over, baby.