I hear my gut rumbling at night
And I need only one thing, it’s a righteous combination
Open the fridge, catches my eye
This midnight snack can only cure, give me pancakes and bacon
I grabbed my old pan and lit the flame
But had no tool, pancakes started to burn
And they got too crispy
Looked in the drawer, but much too late
“Boy, oh boy, I know what I must do!"

Know I can’t go on, continue to burn my food
Need something that a simple fork or spoon could never do
I’ll raid the store for a spatula!
The best one I’ll buy, I’ll make breakfast and try again

My roommate came in late that night
Acting so careless, coming in drunk
Falling down and vomiting
This happens nearly every night
Since he left the door wide open letting all the bugs in
It’s just so damn frustrating!
With my new tool, plan comes to mind
Make him breakfast, one he’s sure to love!

Give those bugs a swat, add them to the batter too
“These pancakes, the “blueberry” kind, I offer them to you!”
I’ll bring revenge with my spatula!
“Go on, take a bite…” Don’t mind the wings,
“Have one more stack!”

“Hurry man, they’re getting cold for you”

Roommate ate a lot, must think they taste great, but you
Won’t hear me give my secret out, or why I’m attached to
My brand new fly swatter spatula
My brand new butt scratcher spatula (I love this thing!)
Roommate would hate my new spatula! (He’s such a pain!)
I’d be so lost with no spatula!
Good thing I bought extra spatulas!
Pancakes all the time, they’re filled with some housefly “pecans”