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My stomach was a-rumbling, a-grumbling, and a-tumbling
I was fumbling to get to the fridge
For bologna or ham or lettuce and spam or, by the way, 100 flapjacks
I was running and a drooling
My tummy I'd be fueling
With the treats that soon lay ahead
To the fridge
I was thinking about eating and all that I'd be drinking
As I opened the door to the fridge
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge now, fridge now, huh?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge now, fridge now, huh?
When I say hot, you say dog
Hot
Dog
Hot
Diggity dog
When I say mac, you say cheese
Mac
Cheese
Mac
Say cheese
When I say pizza, you say slice
Pizza
Slice
Pizza
Slice
When I say chicken, you say rice
Chicken
Rice
Chicken
Rice
Chicken and rice, it tastes so nice
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge now, fridge now, huh?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge now, fridge now, huh?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge now, fridge now, huh?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge?
What's in the fridge now, fridge now, huh?