Lyrics
Something In The Icebox
What’s behind the bacon, that’s making that smell
In my refrigerator, its kinda hard to tell
It has a unique color, I can not identify
I think that it has been there for a very long time
It looks pretty fuzzy and I think that its alive
Cause when I go to grab it, it moves to the other side
I’m not sure what to call it, it is solid yet its slime
Maybe I should cover it and pray that it will die
Ohhhhhhh……. there’s something in the icebox that doesn’t smell so nice
There’s something in the icebox I can not identify
There’s something in the icebox that is very much alive
Oh what am I to do
Every time that door is opened, I find it hard to breath
And I’m afraid to touch it, lest I get a bad disease
But I can not just leave it there and hope that it will leave
Cause the veggies are all wilting and the fruits don’t taste as sweet
I think it likes the casserole I made the other night
And when I go to sleep I think it takes another bite
One thing is for certain all this nonsense has to stop
Before it learns to open and consume my cans of pop
Ohhhhhhh……. there’s something in the icebox that doesn’t smell so nice
There’s something in the icebox I can not identify
There’s something in the icebox that is very much alive
Oh what am I to do
And so soon I decided I would clean off every shelve
And leave that whatsamacallit, all alone there by itself
I’d open up the door and turn the temperature down
And then I’d surely see, just how long it sticks around
And in a couple days it began to slowly shrink
Because there was no food or anything to drink
And before the week was over it had died and lost its hair
So I grabbed my vacuum cleaner and I sucked it outta there
Ohhhhhhh……. There was something in the icebox that didn’t smell so nice
There was something in the icebox I could not identify
There was something in the icebox that was very much alive
But it ain’t alive no more, no it ain’t alive no more
I guess I showed that funny colored, stinky, made it hard to breath, fuzzy
Solid, slimy, casserole eating, pop drinking
Whatsamacallit who’s boss