Ooh, ooh
There's the bell, what's that smell?
I know it's started feeling rather unwell
Now's the time to stand in line
And be the victim of the coloring crime
Ooh, ooh
A sense of the dew, feels the room
As the dinner lady takes the serving spoon
And offers me, a choice of three
Things you wouldn't feed your worst enemy
The smither or the spam with veg from the can
We just haven't got no clues what to choose
There to finish off these 20 gallons of lumpy custard
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In that dish, is it fish?
Well, whatever, it don't look to delish
The greatest cod, a six-foot salt
It would appear that wheel turned have been halt
The salmonella taste like wallpaper paste
And this body thick is as hard as a brick
How can this dessert get any worse? Lumpy custard
Yeah, have a try of this shepherd's pie
What do you mean we're has it been you cheeky little tyke?
Did I hear someone say, the mashed potato is gray?
I'm not sure I can eat anymore
But when you think you're done, there's always room for some lumpy custard
Custard, custard
Lumpy-lumpy custard
Custard, custard
Lumpy-lumpy custard
Custard, custard
Lumpy-lumpy custard
Custard, custard
Lumpy-lumpy
Lumpy-lumpy custard