Well I’m getting out of bed And I got it in my head To find me a box o food People popping out of doorways Enjoying a box o food If you knew how I seek out chow You’d maybe have a stroke If I don’t find me a box o food I think that I might croak

Box o food Box O Box O Food

Here’s a styrofoam box With a latch that locks All the goodness deep inside There’s a lid on the top So the food won’t rock If you take that box for a ride Internal walls To prevent coleslaw From getting on the fries If I don’t find me a box o food I think I’m a-gonna die

Box o food Box O Box O Food

In days of olde I was often told When the big orange ball’s in the sky Your tribe will hunt for a box o food So they don’t get sick and die But when the ball goes down And the sky gets dark Hide in your cave and brood There’s spiders and deadly things in the night And it’s too dark to hunt for a box o food

Well my hands are shaky And my head is achy Gotta find me a box o food If you wanna start The quickest way to my heart Is through a box o food I got so annoyed I asked Sigmund Freud And he turned around and whined “Hey! Yo dude! Your box o food Is a figment of a very sick mind”

Box o food Box O Box O Food ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Recorded at home April 5-7, 2022 by Tony Fitzgerald © 1998 & 2022 The Davis Baby Music (ASCAP)

Fitzgerald played this====> keyboards, drum machine and vocals