Does he snack?
Does he yak?
Does he wash his feet?
My slow-move slow-move waiter left me starvin in my seat
He was young and snotty with a pebble for a brain
I think I'll gnaw his arm off if he ever comes back again
The years go by, he finally serves my glorious cuisine
I'd like to eat his liver with a plate of fava beans

My bread sprouts mold!
My celery is much too old!!
My waiter brings my dinner cold (Waiter brings my dinner cold)

My bread sprouts mold!
My celery is much too old!!
My waiter brings my dinner cold (Waiter brings my dinner cold)

I don't want to be a pest
Do you call that a chicken breast?
It got up and crawled away before I took a bite
I was shakin' in my shoes
The minute he brought me my cous-cous
Something must have died in it
And it did not look right
Those soft fuzzy sweet rolls
Too hazardous to touch
The dead bugs in the consomme
Were really just too much

My bread sprouts mold!
My celery is much too old!!
My waiter brings my dinner cold (Waiter brings my dinner cold)

My bread sprouts mold!
My celery is much too old!!
My waiter brings my dinner cold (Waiter brings my dinner cold)

That's okay; I understand
That kitchen's Take-forever-land
I hope that when this dish is gone
You'll bring me food that doesn't spawn
Take my plate; yes you will, take my plate and switch it
Maybe something edible from someone else's kitchen
Alas, it seems like twenty years
Before that waiter reappears
Oh no, they won't let me beat him
Oh yeah, guess I gotta eat him

Gnaw gnaw gnawgnawgnawgnaw
Gnaw gnaw gnaw gnawgnawgnawgnawgnaw....
....two, three, *urp*!
Gnaw gnaw gnawgnawgnawgnaw
Gnaw gnaw gnaw gnawgnawgnawgnawgnaw....

My bread sprouts mold!
My celery is much too old!!
My waiter brings my dinner cold (Waiter brings my dinner cold)

My bread sprouts mold!
My celery is much too old!!
My waiter brings my dinner cold (Waiter brings my dinner cold)