Oh let me go see, by the fridge’s dim light
What’s on the top shelf, or perhaps in the crisper.
Maybe pie or some ribs, will satisfy me this night
I don’t see them in the back; did I have them for breakfast?
Nothing but some old cheese, and leftover Chinese
But no chicken wings, oh my Lord help me please.
I pray that there’s an open place that de-liiiii-vers what I crave,
Cause I’m scared to make a snack in my spy microwave.