A can of peas remains inside the Fridgidaire
Been there for hours, wouldn't feed it to a bear
As a new divorcee, I'm now a kitchen slave
Never cooked in my life without a microwave
There's nothing here to eat that doesn't
Taste like glue

There in the corner lies a real old chicken thigh
And next to that is something green, I think it's pie
I know I should clean it more than once a year
But I don't really use it except for chilling beer
Ah, there's some pizza left maybe a slice or two

Rotten eggs and old and now quite worthless fruit
Shells are broken, stench is growing more acute
Garbage day is not for three more days at least
Open the door, open all of the door
Till those smells go by.......

And you know I know not to open the freezer
And you know I will order out...... again....

It's greasy burgers at another fast food dive
I should be glad this stuff is keeping me alive
There'll be no extra cheese this time I'm watching weight
I'm hoping that soon I can attract a date
Hold nose as all this crap begins to enter me....

I looked real hard but could not see
A decent restaurant for miles around me
The taco vendor down the street
Is using a questionable kind of meat
In the end it's the same you have to pay the bill
You stumble out of there having had your fill
Go home as loneliness begins to enter you

Canned stew and I will go and sit on the couch now
A couple shots of rum will soften the flavor
I hope this nasty stuff will pass through my liver
And in the dismal morning I will begin anew....