I looked into my fridge today
And I almost cried
It hurts seeing such a glorious machine
In such a pitiful state

It's glamorous shelfs so empty
It's crispers not full of crisp
And where oh where is the cream!
Making my coffee so lonely

Leftovers again for dinner
Six day old ribs
Anything under three
And I call dibs!

The lettuce is wilted
The fruit has gone rotten
I'd much rather eat
A full bag of cotton

The cupboards hold no treasures
There is nothing to cook
Looks like another
Predictable dinner

Leftovers again for dinner
Six day old ribs
Anything under three
And I call dibs!

And they tell me Monday will come soon
That's when the fridge becomes glorious
But until then we mourn
For it's loss of status

Leftovers again for dinner
Six day old ribs
Anything under three
And I call dibs!

Leftovers again for dinner
Six day old ribs
Anything under three
And I call dibs!