Lyrics

[Intro] (But it's taste is largely due to a flavor which shares only a chemical formula with the real thing) (A product like this is a triumph of food engineering, it is an ingenious copy of real food) (And giving the right product image, there's every likelihood that we will buy it) [Verse 1] It was their favorite New York Strip Knew how to serve them Make mine rare That happy meats bloat Waddle up the stairs Stool in the strain room: Dry hard and black [Verse 2] There was their Daughter: Built at 10 There was the Husband: Heart attacked! And mother's x-ray Strange that shape Can't name the problem New York Drip