It’s almost lunchtime, getting hungry
I’ll kill my parents if I don’t eat something
I bang my spoon against the tablecloth
Craving something slightly heavier than broth
Salmon, haddock, clam and corn
I’m getting more into it than Asian porn
Hurry the fuck up and bring me a bowl
Gotta cram my favorite food into my cramming hole
Open wide, it’s time for chowder
Chunky soup with cream and powder
Nothing’s ever made me prouder
Than your thick, nasty chowder
Jambalaya’s not a chowder
Lobster bisque, is that a chowder?
Who gives a shit? Just say it louder
Louder, chowder, louder, chowder
Everybody loves chowder
I love chowder ‘cause I think it’s mad fun
I’d shoot the Pope if it meant I could have some
Don’t need to chew it and strain my molar
If chowder were a city, I’d be the comptroller
All up in my sinuses, pasty and gooey
I guess that explains why I sound so Jewy
Almost running out so I’d better get more
Fighting off motherfuckers at the grocery store
And sometimes at night when the working day is done
We slip into the sheets
And my chowder and I become one, oh yeah
I’m trying to say me and my chowder have sex
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