You Give Food a Bad Taste

(to the tune of Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name”)chef

A balanced meal is all we ask
You promised nutrition
But we end up with gas
Fat and starch got a hold on me
I gained ten pounds immediately

Oh, Oh, you’ve a loaded bun
Oh, Oh, there’s nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done

Pain in the gut
And you’re to blame
You give food a bad taste (bad taste)
You slap this stuff on my plate
You give food a bad taste (bad taste)

Step in line; make your choice
If it should’ve been dry
Surely now it’s real moist
Don’t wear sweats or tank shirt
In Tony’s place, or your name is dirt

Oh, Oh, you’ve a loaded bun
Oh, Oh, there’s nowhere to run
No one can save us
The damage is done

Pain in the gut
And you’re to blame
You give food a bad taste (bad taste)
You slap this stuff on our plates
You give food a bad taste (bad taste)

Lyrical parody written in “honor” of Tony, the former cafeteria cook, at St. Louis Christian College
© 1986 Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell

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