Now there's nothing left
That looks edible
I lost the fight with the vegetables
They were looking unstable-
The aubergine was leaving calling cards
At crime scenes
In the crisper
And the condiments had begun to whisper
'Bout where the mustard went
I was gonna throw 'em out
Cause I couldn't eat 'em
But I knew that I would miss them
They talk to me
Late at night
And tell me that
I'm not feeling right
To be confessing to the cottage cheese
And making time for the old roast beef
Fridge Safari
I've got my uzi
I've got my khakis
And my koozie
Don't need no credit card, don't need no drugs
I'm bringing home a brand new rug
The mashed potatoes are talking politics
They're egging on
The aspic
The ground buffalo
Is grazing
The cheese drawer-
still raining
The slice of wedding cake that must've been frozen once
Is campaigning to be the chosen one
I had to close the door
And not go there anymore
I unplugged it a few weeks ago
So the aubergine
And his crime sprees
The cottage cheese- listening
There's nothing left
That's edible
I lost the fight with the vegetables
Fridge Safari
I got my uzi
Brought my khakis
And my koozie
Don't need no credit cards, don't need no drugs
I'm bringing home a brand new rug
