Sittin' round, bored and lazy, Nothing on tv to see Gettin' grumpy, then that feeling, Stabbing at the core of me Standin' up and waddlin' over, Reach into the deepest freeze Little Boys and TV Dinners Lusting for that Mac-n-Cheese Throw it in, slam the door shut, Put it into defrost mode Something's wrong, food mutating, I put in a magic code Stumble back, grab my shotgun, Fire twice and then reload Tentacles and Sixteen Eyeballs Mutant, evil, precooked toad
All you do is drool and crave Eat yourself to an early grave ‘Cause your appetite won't behave You're a Slave to the Microwave
I am a servant to a reheated master Formed from a combo of cheese and pasta He's nasty and tasty and unforgiving And he makes me do his twisted bidding Going forth on his only mission To turn more food into his condition A radiated, appetising, underground army Made of Pizza Pockets, Corn Dogs, Chicken Nuggets and Salami
All you do is drool and crave Serve your master and behave There's no-one to come and save You're a Slave to the MicrowaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
