Mom said to me “You’ve food to use.
Don’t go look for a bite at the Burger King
The goods in the fridge, you just can’t lose
Don’t go buying some wings
We’ve plenty of things."

Says “Bring me the beets, boy, and that stale roll
I wanna put those in my casserole
And bake today.
So pull out the cheese, boy, the one that glows
I wanna put that in my casserole
And bake today.”

She’s mama who scrapes and she'll squeeze a dime
She’ll find her a can of beans past due
Her nose takes whiff, she says “Smells fine.”
Beans are looking real blue
With crawly bits too

Says “Give me the beans, boy, and month old dough
I wanna put those in my casserole
And bake today.
So pass me the beef, boy, it looks like coal
I wanna put that in my casserole
And bake today.”

And in her dish of grease
The scent smells soothingly of stewed feet
And if your hunger’s huge
The stocked up crisper’s full of ewww things

There in the fridge is potential treat
Put stuff in the stove, and it’s meal for a song
A veggie past prime or glop of meat
It’s food for the strong
Or to embalm

So eat on the cheap, boy, ignore that mold
Just empty your fridge in my casserole
And bake today
So keep if it reeks, boy, and heat that stove
You’ll wanna put that in your casserole
And bake today