After They've Gone,
Let's hope they're flushin'
After They've Gone,
Wash hands, no rushin'
Cooks, I mean..
The restaurant scene..
No diner wants to taste
A waste machine...

Some chefs, sometime
Might say, forget it..
Ignore the grime
And not regret it..
(But) we'll know..when they been cheatin'
if we find poo poo in
The food that we're eatin'
After They've Gone,
After They've Gone
That way...

(Ooo!)

After the stall..
Like on J. Seinfeld
Bid nature's call
And leave a mine field..
We'll know..they're hygiene cheatin'
If lotta' brown spots dot
The pasta we're eatin'
After They've Gone,
After They've Gone
That way...

(Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!)

(Puh-leeeze!!!)