Baby, something here is not right
Food Fight, out of sight
Baby, something here is not right
Food Fight, out of sight

I'm just Charley Chuck from the video arcade
And i'm the only good guy Atari has made
And i'm the envy of an ice cream guy
'Cause i like all the flavors from my eyes

When I go out to get it for a while
It's going to melt, and i'll taste out of style
But the chefs are gonna throw some food
And now it's time for me to move
I say, Baby, everything is not right
Food Fight, out of sight
Baby, everything is not right
Food Fight, out of sight

(instrumental interlude)

I can throw all the food
I guess that's what you might say
It's the way how I play the game
If i make a close call
It's just Instant Replay
In a slow-motion time
then it's back to the game

I say, I can hit it in the blink of an eye
And I get played for every girl and guy
By football heroes, or smooth Don Juans
By college students, you see, or daughters and sons
I'm just for a quarter to play if you buy
If the ice cream is melting, I'll break down and cry
'Cause throwing all that food is what I do
And i'll get past them for that ice cream, it's true
I say, Baby, everything is not right
Food Fight, out of sight
Baby, Everything is not right
Food Fight, clean out of sight
Baby, everything is not right
Food Fight, ah-ha, yeah
Baby, everything is not right
Food Fight, waaaaaaay out of sight
Baby, everything is not right
Food Fight, clean out of sight