Hep hep
Hep hep

When you're eating out, you say,
"I can't eat my creme broule"
All the crap that's stuck on it
A band aid, eyelash, rat s**t

There's an eyelash in the bun
It's just laying there looking glum
And it makes me feel so miffed
The waitress will get stiffed

When you order refried beans
Better hope the pan was clean
Otherwise you might get sick
Like that guy who's steak had ticks

There's an eyelash in the bun
All I wanted was well done
I don't wanna get diseased
Like that time at Arby's

Last time I had menudo
That smelled like dirty poodles
I shouldn't eat here anymore...nope nope

There's an eyelash in the bun
And the waitress called me "Hun"
That's it, I'll just dash n' dine
After I drink this wine

Last time I had the salad
It did not whet my pallet
That crouton was picked from the floor...yep yep

yep yep
(background) We'll never eat here anymore
nope nope
(background) We'll never eat here anymore