Eat This City

I'm gonna open up a bottle of special sauce,
Intentionally pour it on the buildings and malls.
And just when you wonder if I've had enough,
I'm gonna deep fry some TVs and take a big gulp.
Dum ba dum ba dum ba dahm pa
With the pushed up women if my arms hangs down,
I'll drink from all the fire, hide what you can.
I'll eat the parking meters as I walk by,
For dessert there's only left over asphalt pie.
My tongue'll roll out like a big red carpet,
A welcoming committee for every sweet honor,
Gonna torch this town, no looking back,
My thoughts behind me, in a 50 pound sack.
I'm gonna eat this city. Bwambabwambam.
I'm gonna eat this city. Yeah, yeah.
I'm gonna eat this city.
I'm gonna eat this city, right now.
While slurping on a bowl of furniture soup,
And a handful of corncobs that are blue,
I tell you my mission still ain't quite complete,
'Cause I still got some rusty old cans to eat.
My tongue'll roll out like a big red carpet,
A welcoming committee for every sweet honor,
Gonna torch this town, no looking back,
My thoughts behind me, in a 50 pound sack.
I'm gonna eat this city. Yeah, yeah.
I'm gonna eat this city. Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm gonna eat this city, right now.