Old Raunchy Macaroni
I am really, really hungry
Said old man Tony
But all that is in my cabinet
Is a box of macaroni
I hope it is not too old
Because I do not have any money
To go to the store
And get me some baloney
I would buy some from the boot-leggar
But his food looks kind of phony
So I guess I will be eating
“This old raunchy macaroni”
I wish that I was rich
Because I would love to eat at Shoney’s
And watch TV
On a 50-inch Sony
My daughter is thinking bigger
She wants a little pony
And my son, he is just crazy
He wants to be a monkey
And my wife, well she is dead
So I get a little lonely
But it still comes down
To the fact that I am hungry
So let me sit down
And enjoy this
“Old Raunchy Macaroni”
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