Late at night when the craving hits

Feeling its time for a snacking blitz

Have some cake or maybe some pie

There could be something new to try

March on down to the kitchen

To cook up some left over chicken

Stomach growls, thats a given

To fill this hunger addiction

Open the door to see

Have I been deceived

Why, oh why, I cry

This lie, I sigh, I die

The fridge fridge fridge is empty

There use to be plenty

The food food food is gonе

What the hell did I do wrong

Saturday morning and I just woke up

Need somеthing to fill my cup

Sip on some gin, or maybe some juice

Mix it all up with that goose

Rocking straight to the magic box

Closing on in like a hawk

Looking for treasure deep inside

Oh what goodness there is to hide

It's happened once more

Theres nothing left to pour

No, oh no, why though

No show, its so, hollow

The fridge fridge fridge is empty

There use to be plenty

The food food food is gone

What the hell did I do wrong