Treat-Seeking Missile Blues
You might think it’s kinda rude (b’ bah nah bump, bah nah bump)
But I’m a Treat-Seeking Missile for your love, baby
Just slide on over and bring me that fattenin’ food
Cuz when it comes to treats
You know I got the heat
Nothin’ like treats to get me in the mood.
Well, I was walking down the street, honey
Just a mindin’ my own beat
Yeah, I was walking on down the boulevard, baybay
When my nose smelled somethin’ sweet
You know I’m feelin’ like a louse
But I keep stuffin’ ‘em in my mowf
Just give me one more low down hi-cal treat.
Well, my baby gon’ say I’m fat
Don’t want to hold me anymore!
She say you keep eatin’ more of that
You ain’t gon’ get your ass through the front door
I say, Mama, you don’t understand
when I see that lil’ angel on the cake stand
I just can’t keep my feet on the mother fuckin’ floor!
Well now I know I gotta stop
These treats are killin’ me like crack
Yeah, I know I gotta get on a diet, baby
And pull this Treat Monkey off my back
But like a desert seeks the heat
This chubby missile seeks the treat
I pray this appetite will cut me some ever-lovin’ slack.
