Got tuna-fish in my pocket
Butter on my sleeves
Eggs tucked in my dungarees
Socks are full of cheese
You might call me crazy but this is not a joke
My ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator broke
My ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator broke
Why should I throw my food away
Why should it go to waste
That would not be clever
Not be in good taste
I’ll stand out in the cold all night
It’s tought but I’ve adjusted
My ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator busted
My ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator busted
My ‘fridgerator busted but I won’t sing the blues
Carrots on my curlers
Potatoes on my shoes
Bacon in my cowboy boots
In my hat’s a beer
Pickles tucked behind my ears
A roast strapped to my rear
Might I raise my armpit and offer you a coke
My ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator broke
My ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator, ‘fridgerator broke
