There’s fucking flies in my fucking oats
The fucking flies are fucking gross
They’re in my rice, in my muesli
The fuckers fucked my whole pantry
And now the oats are on the floor
And all over my fucking drawers
Because the little fucks took flight
(Inside the jar - how are they alive?!)
And so I dropped the fucking thing in fright
I do not like them in my food
I do not like them in my drawers
I do not like them, sad-I-am
and now I’m in a fucking mood
So now my fucking skin is itching
I’m moaning and I’m fucking bitching
Because there’s fucking flies in my fucking oats
And the fucking flies are fucking gross