Hun-ger, some food I must find,
My love for food won't let me un-dine.
'Cause this hunger,
Just makes my tongue stir.

Some Lucky Charms, would be groovin',
I'd even eat them in vermooth.
There's red on my shirt sleeve,
And on the cuff,
Some green olive.
So in this shirt I sink a tooth, oh,

Where's my soup spoon and my soup cup?
I'd like some gravy on some fries.
And even though,
That I'd long to see,
Some food in me.
If I could cook I'd bake some pies.

Some carry home day old pizza,
Oh how I wonder where you are.
Must be 'round here
There's just a half cut lime,
In fridge I find.
Must go and raid the groc'ry store, oh,

Hun-ger, in fridge all I find,
One can of beer and a half cut up lime.
Oh this hunger,
Just makes my tongue stir...

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