Midnight Spaghetti & The Chocolate G-Strings - The Catering Blues lyrics

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Midnight Spaghetti & The Chocolate G-Strings - The Catering Blues lyrics

(Seth Casana; Mikael Glago) fifty-seven pounds of food get thrown away every minute garbage can full of spinach because the patron didn't finish what he put on his plate, even all that cheesecake but we can't reuse it because we did not refrigerate microorganisms creep onto the surface and what is their purpose? to make this food worthless? funk that! I'll eat anything you can dish out nothing you can feed me could ever really freak me out chicken from off the floor? you know I want more two-day-old crab cake? give me a damn break your milk has been sitting for more than two hours? dump out the cooler let it all go sour rip open the trash bag and pa** me the plate with all the fatty oils in there, you know I could rejuvenate the entire nation, our refuse nation you know it all starts at our beverage station and I said oh! the catering blues another lame session of the catering blues I'm waiting for fast food to be the new drug smuggled some Big Macs in my pickup truck crossed the border with a kilo of french fries get the onion rings if you decide to supersize standing on the corner with some breading in my hand just pushing the junkie into chicken nugget land cleaning out the grease trap, counting my cash I had a secret fridge installed so I don't have to eat my stash 'cause you know the dealer don't indulge banging on burritos makes you bulge my supplier I will not divulge my crispy chicken put you into convulsions swallowed a condom full of chocolate Frosty burst inside of me and I caught the brainfreeze underground hospitals hook me up to IVs chili flowing through my veins while I chew on Krispy Kremes too many pop stars OD on Pop Tarts it's all the same story, they hitting the pop charts want to get big only making a pop start pop life, pop love, breaking your pop heart I did the research and that's how I know learned my info from pop-up video VH1 educating the ma**es serving up a diet of corn syrup and mola**es and I said oh! the catering blues a double glazed session of the catering blues