Oh, the yearning word play
From the veiled and facaded.
And words that they say
We just don't understand.
We're inept at their suffering.
It's just a case of their not lightening.
And you find yourself joining in.
They've learned how to play.

Look what I write about now
Snacks as nasty as yak chow
And causing some mold
And it seems to have grown
I'm aware of the rank smell, gross!
Dribbled on by a fart that's blown
That guy finds that he's all alone
In the midst of a crowd.

Oh, those things give me fright
As the mold slime is stirring
And I'm speechless tonight
And in violence I've gored
Using torch you will find a change
We're mesmerized as they burst in flames
See the new food on range
Now our eats are just right

( instrumental)

No more churning away
Causing farts and cause leaky
No more churning away
Now there's coldness inside
The frigidaire we all must share
Now we know we can't stand and stare
It's only the cream that there'll be.
No more yearning that way.

(instrumental)