Have you ever went over a friend's
house to eat
And the food just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
And the
chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you
think you can
By
saying that you're full
And then your
friend says, "Mama, he's just
being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull"
So your
heart starts pumpin' and you
think of a lie
And you say that you
already ate
And your
friend says "Man, there's
plenty of food"
So he
piles some more on your plate
While the
stinky food's steamin', your mind
starts to dreamin'
Of the
moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your
plate and your chicken's
slowly rottin'
Into
something that
looks like cheese
Oh, so you say, "That's it, I
gotta leave this place
I don't care what
these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin'
myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks"
So you bust out the door
while it's
still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the
store for
quick relief
From a
bottle of Kaopectate
And then you call your
friend two
weeks later
To see how he has been
And he says, "I
understand about the food
Baby Bubba, but we're
still friends"