And your friend says “Man, there’s plenty of food”
So you pile some more on your plate
While the stinky food’s steamin’, your mind starts to dreamin’
Of the moment that it’s time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken’s slowly rottin’
Into something that looks like cheese
Oh so you say “That’s it, I gotta leave this place
I don’t care what these people think,
I’m just sittin’ here makin’ myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks”
So you bust out the door while it’s still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of Kaopectate
ROFL!
Believe it or not, I was like 11 or 12 years old when that came out. I, still to this day, some 35 years later, have it memorized; along with Morris Day and the Time’s “What Time Is It?”
I freak some of the youngsters out that I work with when I bust out with a line or two from either of them when is fits what’s going in the conversation.
Funny stuff!