Fry it up, wolf it down.
Winnin' meals run aground.
Burning gastric bubbles way up to your chin,
Fried up rice-a-roni cooked in greasy chicken skin.

It's hot and runny and it's made at home.
Winnin' meal of your own.
Feel those gastric bubbles they forever churn.
Fried up rice-a-roni its appeal is in its burn.

Lose your mind, on infecting wine at the,
"Plate of Marrow Cafe".
Undermined at digesting time,
A foaming brine your stomach lines,
And goes through your liver to your rear.

You need sedating, yes it's true,
Eating meals, bad for you.
Pop all those bubbles by your liver's side,
Toss that rice-a-roni let those winnin' meals slide.