Last night as I went down to dinner
I knew, no chance it'd be a winner
Come on (come on), Come on (come on),
Come on (come on), Come on (come on),
Please Feed Me whoa yeah but not that gruel

You don’t need me to show how it feels
They serve better meals at meals on wheels.
Come on (come on), Come on (come on),
Come on (come on), Come on (come on),
Please Feed Me whoa yeah but not that gruel

I don’t mean to keep on bitching
But you know the food in this here kitchen is tasteless
(It’s tasteless)
No matter there’s no pleasin'
Even if you try to season this gruel whoa yeah why do you make me do.

Last night I had some food that scares me
Like something scorned by Gordon Ramsey
Come on (come on), Come on (come on),
Come on (come on), Come on (come on),
Please feed me whoa yeah but not that gruel