Won't you come to my place
and see my collection of mold
It hangs off the ceiling
Covers half the floor
No mold's too old
In the fridge, you can feast your eyes
upon many a fuzzy fiend
I guess I'm best left alone
just my collection & me
No mold's too old
I scrape my armpits
each and every day
adding nicely to the blue decay
and see my collection of mold
It hangs off the ceiling
Covers half the floor
No mold's too old
In the fridge, you can feast your eyes
upon many a fuzzy fiend
I guess I'm best left alone
just my collection & me
No mold's too old
I scrape my armpits
each and every day
adding nicely to the blue decay