Chorus:
Uh oh,
Something’s,
Cooking,
And, I don’t,
Like the way,
It’s smelling.
Smells too bad,
To be cabbage,
I imagine,
It could be,
Rotten eggs?
Chorus
Makes me sad,
In such an age,
That souls famine,
It could be,
One who begs?
Chorus
Yup, I think,
Something,
Does stink,
And, it’s starting to look,
Like it’s the cook,
The one who prepares,
This recipe,
Is fouling things up…
Completely,
So, if you wonder what’s up,
For tonight’s sup’,
It’s the crap we put in this stew,
Spoiled ingredients…
More than just a few:
A rotten attitude
A cup 1/2 empty
A spoon feeding (Until spoiled)
A temper (Boiled)
Now, we’re pleading,
And, moaning,
From stomach pain,
But, look in the pot,
None does remain.
Should have been thankful,
For what I got,
But, I forgot,
Now, I’m full,
Of spoiled rotten,
Wish I wouldn’t,
Have forgotten.