A song about the perils of mystery meat, and cafeteria food in general.
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Story behind the song
This song is about cafeteria food. If you've ever eaten at a cafeteria that may not have passed health inspection, you know what motivated me to write this parody. If you haven't, you don't want to find out.
Lyrics
Well, I'm a singin' this ode 'bout food not up to health code
Cafeteria food is on my mind.
Food that's gonna grow me and the rice is really stoney,
But none of it goes through your intestines
Don't get queasy, don't get queasy,
Don't let frozen mystery meat kill you instantly
Throw it up while you still can, 'cause it came from a far off foreign land in a plain and unmarked can, but don't get queasy.
Well, I'm a standin' on a corner in the lunch line
and such an awful sight to see.
Stone cold chicken and rolls made of play-dough
That taste like dog doody
Come on, lunch lady, don't say maybe.
I gotta know if a negative balance is gonna save me.
We may puke again and again though the cafeteria will never be forgiven
So throw it away with your phlegm but don't get queasy
Well, I'm a runnin' to the cafeteria for science class
got a world of trouble on my mind.
Lookin' for a bacterium known as e.coli ,
And its not hard to find.
Don't get queasy, don't get queasy
Don't let the sound of your stomach make you hungry
Come on, lunch lady , don't say maybe.
I gotta know if a negative balance is gonna save me.
(Various moaning and vomiting sound effects)
Oh, we'll get queasy
Don't get queasy
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