Looking for food,
my fridge is bare –
I’m not the only one
with whom these cravings I share.

I’d go for mexican
The drive-through was near
In search of some tacos
When I realized my fear.

But maybe if I tried real hard I’d
I see you’re trying too
To understand this meat
That we’re both struggling to chew.
(Then when she asked if I wanted mild or fire,
I didn’t know what to do!)

Sometimes I feel like I’m eating a dead horse
and I don’t know why you keep mowin’ them down.
I’d like to think that a buck’s worth a tad more.
It does taste funny and you’d think by now
You’d be stopping.
I guess you can keep the change
Keep the change.

This here ain’t a cow, boy –
A really twisted surprise
Is that Mr. Ed behind the door
’cause the smell’s disturbing the flies
I was only a small child
when their purpose came to me
that they’re good for some glue and exactas for you
but they’re not something you should eat.

I ain’t quite what you’d call old-fashioned
I prefer to eat steer
When my burrito ran track a few hundred times,
I guess the best advice is stay clear.