Time for a song

Walk right in, sit on down
And bake yourself at home
Come on baby, you're just like peas
And you hate to be alone (pass the carrots)

It's funny how things go around
It's crazy but it's true
This plate is empty, oh so empty
It's empty without stew

Come on, bake your chicken breasts
And make me feel at home
You and me we're just like all the rest
And we don't want to be...umm, hungry

It's funny how things go around
But go around they do
This plate is empty, empty
So empty without stew
It's empty without stew

Come on potatoes, simmer down
And treat me sweet taters and cool
At least by now you have learned
How to love to drool