Mr. Bungle - Squeeze Me Macaroni Lyrics






I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper
Clutter up her butter gutter
Said a hostess Ding Dong wrapped an egg roll around my wong
While Dolly Madison proceeded to ping my pong

Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches
And I'll tell you, Baby Ruth, it looks mighty delicious
Keep blowing my gum, 'cause here I come
I'm gonna get you all sticky with the Bubble Yum, yeah

Knick knack paddywhack
And give your dog a bone, baby
Knick knack paddywhack
And give your dog a bone, baby

I was givin' some head to some French bread
Was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed
French kissin' French fries in my Froot of the Looms
I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon

I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass
Stick my weenie in two buns and then give it the gas
Sour cream from a spleen into Levi jeans
I'm gonna bust the seams with the refried beans

Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled
With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget
Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny's loose caboose
Gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice

Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop
Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin
Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze
From the skeez disease, woo

Knick knack paddywhack
And give your dog a bone, baby
Knick knack paddywhack
And give your dog a bone, baby

Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy
Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown and runny
Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave
Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin' rump roast

Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact
Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back
Bananarama or ramabanana
Fuckin' Barry Manilow on the Copacabana

Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my

You gotta siphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn
Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born
Cookin' like a beginner but I'm goin' up in her
I had Fritos for lunch I'm havin' bush for dinner

Chef Boyardee and the Three Musketeers
Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers
"Holy moly, Guacamole!" said my Chips Ahoy!
Gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury Doughboy

Knick knack paddywhack
And give your dog a bone, baby
Knick knack paddywhack
And give your dog a boner, baby

We came to potty
We came to potty down your throat
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