It's the time of year
Now that Spring is getting close
All that Christmas food
Starts to smell and decompose
For the fridge is stuffed
With what's left from holidays
The bits you hate, hate, hate
Now exude a purple haze

From the sitting room
To the garden shed as well
No matter where you hide
You cannot escape the smell

Moul-
dy-
Turkey in the fridge
And it's tickling your nose
See the christmas pud
Changing into something gross
Here is lemonade
That no longer has its fizz
There is something green
But you don't know what it is

Skin two inches thick
That is covering the cream
It's so flaming tough
Use it for a trampoline
There is slime galore
The salami's growing ears
The casserole began
To start opening your beers

The cling film is dissolving
The Christmas ham's revolving
I think that it's evolving
To something else again...

Moul-
dy-
Turkey in the fridge
And it's getting up your nose
Hear it glug and ooze
Starting to metamorphose
Now there's tentacles
That are opening the door
And a trail of slime
Heading cross your kitchen floor...

It's got lemon eyes
It's got tendrils that were bread
A tomato nose
On a mouldy pumpkin head
Think it ate the cat
And dissolved the microwave
And though you try to run
It's too late... you can't be saved

Keep yourself alive
Running upstairs to the shower
It comes through the plug-
Hole, it's starting to devour....
And there's no escape
Think it's time for you to die
Luckily you wake
"It was all a dream", you sigh