I'm Eating My Way Through The Fridge, Tra-La

I'm eating my way through the fridge, tra-la!

I'm eating my way through the fridge

Do I feel a little bit guilty about it?

Well maybe but only a smidge

Someone's got to get rid of this stuff

It's been here for more than a week

The plastic containers are starting to bulge

Don't dare lift their lids for a peek

Saw a big bunch of week old burritos

Get up and start dancing around

Thought I could hear a Mariachi band

It was a faint, almost inaudible sound

The vegetable bin was rockin' with laughter

As a tomato all mushy and ripe

Cuddled up to a overripe cucumber

That smelled like an old guttersnipe

All in all the scene wasn't pleasant

Next time we'll try eating faster

Before the office for the environment

Declares an ecological disaster

I'm eating my way through the fridge, tra-la!

It's a service I provide for my country

And Greenpeace is actually thinking

Of naming a ship after me!