You better not look
At who’s in the back
He doesn’t wash his hands or his crack
Filthy paws are cooking your chow

He’s making the soup
While flickin’ his lice
When you eat here, you’re rollin’ the dice
Filthy paws are cooking your chow

His cheese is slightly moldy
His beef is slightly gray
The tuna isn’t bad or good
But it’s good enough today...Oh

You better bring Tums
You better not watch
Using the spoon for scratchin’ his crotch
Filthy paws are cooking your chow

He sings “”La Cucaracha”
As one jumps in the stew
He cuts a thumb and cuts the cheese
And they serve it up to you...whoa!

You better make room
You better get clear
Big gassy fumes come out of the rear
Filthy paws are cooking your chow