Moldy Bread

How many times have you wanted a sandwich? So, you went to go get your bread And you saw that nasty green fuzzy stuff Growing like the hair on your head There's nothing in the world like moldy bread It can really kill an appetite They say, that's how they make penicillin But that still don't make it right It looks like an anchovie but only greener They're both pretty nasty to me And, sometimes, when it's late at night You take a bite before you see Now, you've got a furry tongue With no place to spit it out So you're running around like a mad man And flapping your arms all about Did I mention there's nothing like moldy bread? Just to think about it makes me sick I might even need a shot of penicillin So, I guess I'll give my bread a lick