I like gen'rous serves
Of fresh toast with fruit prese-erves
I eat until I feel sick, cause I don't care
What I don't enjoy
A habit I can't avoi-oid
It's throwin' the bad tastin' ones in the air

Man, have you seen my dinin' room?
First glance, looks fine, but don't assu-ume
Turn your eye-eyes upwards and you'll find
There's a lot, a lot, a lot, a lo-o-ot of

Half-chewed pieces
Of toast stuck up there with jam
What flavour? Well, a lot of ki-i-inds
Not the point here
Point is I need help removin'
All these toast squares I threw high

The whole cei-eilin's nearly filled
With diff'rent shades of bread gri-illed
Tryin' to find a pattern, that's nice
But I'll decline
Can't you sme-ell day-old goo-oo?
All the toast-jam has accru-ued
Oh, so many flies, won't end
Won't piss off, piss off, piss off, piss o-off, man

I've tried sprayin'
But the flies come back in swarms
Because gravity's been deni-i-ied
Need two people
One to spray and one for scrapin'
Repeat 'til my habit's died

Toa-oast on the cei-eilin'
Not very appea-ea-eali-i-in'
Ja-am's congea-ealed ha-a-a-ard
Toa-oast on the cei-eilin'
Won't fa-a-a-a-a-a-all
Te-en loaves so-o fa-a-a-ar
Toa-oast on the cei-eilin'
Gonna need help peeli-i-in'
A-All that brea-ead cha-a-a-arred