Lyrics: When you look inside the fridge tonight
The leftovers will give you quite a fright
You might look upon a film of snow white spores and
Gag at such a horrifying sight
Rats and worms and flies’d rather scurry
The vermin of the earth all scatter in a flurry
When we finally open up the curry with the tinge on top
See that tinge and feel my stomach flutter
The stench is enough to make anybody shudder
Wait til I show this to our mother and her eyes will pop!
It started out yellow but it quickly turned brown
It smells like smoldering leather
I don't think I can keep my dinner down
I’ve been turned off food altogether
My eyes are watering I gotta keep blinkin’
Cos of the way this sludge here is stinkin’
You can go to hell if you're thinkin’
That I'd eat that slop
That putrid rotten curry with the tinge on the top
Did it kinda look like decayed poop?
Sure, with the consistency of soup
Has it really got a film of snow white spores? Yes?
A growth of mold atop a toxic goop
I showed Will but he’s not in a hurry
It’s been weeks since we opened the curry
It’s been weeks since we opened the curry with the tinge on top
When we open up the container
Will proclaims he’s an excavator
We can take a knife to this layer
Why are you so shocked?
This’ll go great with a little bit of spinach
The Safeway is running a sale
Plus we’ve got some bread that needs to get finished
That I don’t want to go stale
Did you think it would last forever?
Did you think it would last forever?
Did you think it would last forever?
Why did no one stop
To get rid of this curry with the tinge on the top
I've seen far worse no need to worry
I'll be the judge -- but what about the jury
And we recommend that you throw out the curry with the tinge on top
I have watched this stuff growing older
That smell is bold but you might be bolder
Martha already knows cos I told her
Should it go or not?
He keeps talking ‘bout “this needs to get killed”
It might kill him how it’s festered
The only place this should go is to the landfill
In the end this’ll be for the better
Hush you disposal our parents are sleepin’
There’s no way that this stuff is keepin’
Jesus H Christ, just look how it’s seepin’
This container’s shot
Won’t you hurry, chuck this curry with the tinge on the top
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