Sitting here in your kitchen chair, I could use a beer
Cooking is not your flair, and I chew, I chew
Trying to find the edible parts I see
Should my food be looking at me

While my aching molars grind, I can't steel my fear
Food to you is such a crime, and it's goo, it's goo
Tasting as though it's laced with buffalo pee
Should my food be snapping at me

Get it down
Get it all down
Get this rancid mess inside me
Get it down
Get it down
Hope it won't formaldehyde me

While you drench the oyster balls in wine, I can smell them sear
I see the flames are rising all the time, it's undue, undue
Wondering why the smoke makes it so hard to see
Should flames be enveloping me

Wet it down
Wet it all down
Fire extinguisher will save me
Wet it down
Wet it down
Put some English on that gravy

Wet it down
Wet it all down
Wet this rancid mess around me
Wet it down
Wet it down
Hope it don't sautee and brown me

Wet it down, wet it down, oooh (repeat)