From Finland
To New Orleans
You wouldn't believe
What I've seen
People jump my train
They jump my scene
And it's all
For a plate of beans
Food
Been looking high
Been looking low
What gotta know is
How low can you go
I'm not a picky eater
You know what i mean
I like to lick
My plate clean
Psychotic women
They abound
You wouldn't believe
The men that I've found
But I'm not a picky eater
You know what I mean
I like to lick
My plate clean
I know how hard
It can be to find
A friend at the end of the day
If you can count them
On two hands
At the end of your life
Consider yourself lucky
Neurotic, Hispanic, Teutonic food
Bubonic, psychotic, Germanic, blah, etc, food