Fastfoodism is a way
In the hurried world today.
Little frying pan of old,
Why has all your food gone cold?

I put it on a stove,
Where all the herbs and cloves
Died in a treasure trove
‘Cause there’s nothing for which they strove.

Why won’t my chicken fry?
The stove is on.
(We’re freezing)
I am lost at suppertime
All hope is gone.
(It’s freezing)

Autumn night, spooky night,
Something’s lurking in my cookware
Like the comet making trucks move
In Maximum Overdrive.

I took it from the fridge,
Where food from Pepperidge
Died in forgotten haze
‘Cause everybody ate Lays.

Why won’t my chicken fry?
The stove is on.
(We’re freezing)
I am lost at suppertime
All hope is gone.
(It’s freezing)

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[spoken]:
White flour
Makes no buttermilk sour,
Crunchy my food should be by now.

Insight look in an old cooking book
Teach me how to get it warm.
Impolitic thoughts in an ol’ chef’s mind
Should cook my food just in time.

I put it on a stove,
Where all the herbs and cloves
Died in a treasure trove
‘Cause there’s nothing for which they strove.

Why won’t my chicken fry?
The stove is on.
(We’re freezing)
I am lost at suppertime
All hope is gone.
(It’s freezing)

Why won’t my chicken fry?
The stove is on.
(We’re freezing)
I am lost at suppertime
All hope is gone.
(It’s freezing)

We’re freezing,
It’s freezing,
Why won’t my chicken fry?
We’re freezing,
It’s freezing,
Why won’t my chicken fry?

[repeat until fade]