I was eatin’ some shad…
was like the family sofa’s stuffed pillow pad.
I said, “Awful!”
(awful).
“This is no treat!”
(craw’s full).
Then I was yelling, yelling, yelling
for maître d’
(“What the…!”)

I said, “Hey! [10x]
This is feed, I don’t really need!
A good luncheon?!
For sure this ain’t a good luncheon.
Good punchin’
you need for this luncheon--
or good truncheon!
Good luncheon this ain’t!

“Maître, please, this ain’t right
(this ain’t right)
I knew it wasn’t tasty…took one bite
(just one bite).
I said, “Maître,
(maître)
“are you quite sure?
(Are you sure)
That what I’m eating
ain’t been tainted
with bovine manure?!”
(Post-throat closure)

I said, “Taint. . . .[10x]
must be this feed!
Thus ended my screed.
A good punchin’…
gave him a good, good punchin’.
Good crunchin’—
he needed a punchin’.
Elsewhere…had a good luncheon.