Spoken:
"Oh no, man!"
"Wait a second man. Whaddaya think the repast gonna taste like this time?"
"All but, man!"

T-T-Tuvok stop that frying
Tuvok let us flee
Don´t wanna eat Leola root
Maybe we can stand the smell
But we ain´t feeling well
Doctor needs to see us quite acute

I think of all the xenutrition that I´ve seen
And how my forklifts were never quite this green

He was a bum, he got the plum, he killed my gum
Our chef is Neelix
I pray for mum, to come
Our chef is Neelix

Spoken:
"Hey, you thought you lost us? You quack!"
"We brought utensils!"
"Give us something to chew on, man!"

We heard about you leaving
But rumours can excess
We know about this mess
Little man from far beyond
How did you came to cook?
How do I find a prayer book?

I think of all the xenoplaque that I have flossed
How my intestines been endoscoped with frost

His service´s rum, his dishes hum, we´re going numb
Our chef is Neelix
I´ve seen my chum, succumb
Our chef is Neelix

Spoken:
"Oh man, I think the cook is slow!"
"I sure feel lardy!"
"Gas dismissed!!!