Spent the whole weekend puffin' on weed
Suckin' beers I bought at Bubba's, packin' seed
Now, comes a drool game - Chop lickin' grin
Blinkin' with zonked eyes, as hungry as sin

And I'm lookin' for grub in all the snack places
Huntin' for grub, ain't none in fridge spaces
Nothin' but beer, seventeen cases
Good food I'm dreamin' o-of
Dash like a fool and search through the cupboards
They're bare as old Mother Hubbard's
Starved - I'm lookin' for grub..

Hear tummy groan, loud - no munch in sight
Think of anything I can to quell this appetite
Try nibbl'n a necktie - silk, rayon blend
Tastes just like chicken, God is a friend..

(Cuz I been)
Lookin' for grub, and findin' no traces
One starvin' hound, lickin' shoe laces
Even cooked..a...su-ede glo-ove
Found seven brown eggs with expired due date
Scribbled it off, marked in a new date
This dude's...starvin' for grub..

(Ohhh,) Lookin' for grub