Going To Waist

Soda, ice cream, chips and pizza I love the way they taste But every time I bring some home They end up going to waist My wife screams are you eating again You’d better heed my warning I said, no, I’ve only eaten once But I started early this morning There’s something wrong with you The way you eat your meals with such haste I guess I’m in a hurry to get rid of the food Because I know it’s going to waist Don’t sit there eating everything in sight And smiling trying to act so coy You’re the only person I know gets a greeting card From the Pillsbury dough boy Sorry if my eating habits seem to make you cry I’ll slow down and only over eat on days that end in Y. Not funny, not funny she said Her face as red as a beet When I asked her to check if my socks matched Because I couldn’t see my feet Another day in Paradise To the dinner table I raced I guess that all that food she made Will soon be going to waist.