[Verse 1]
Saw Dawson Studer
Doing some “gourmet” stuff
Staring down that Devour tray
Like it’s five-star fluff
Steam hit my face
My stomach cried
“Abort”
Cheese so thick
It needed a passport
[Chorus]
It was Hamburger Helper devour disaster
Cheesy chaos coming faster
Faster
I took one whiff
And lost my stance
Dawson’s cooking
Made me shit my pants (oh no!)
Hamburger Helper
Help her
Help me
Slammed a Mc Ultra
Just to stay alive
You see
If this is fine dining
I’ll eat grass and ants
‘Cause Dawson’s dinner
Made me shit my pants
[Verse 2]
He said
“Bon appétit”
With that plastic grin
Macaroni screaming
As he dove right in
Noodles did yoga
Sauce tried to pray
My colon packed a suitcase
And ran away
[Bridge]
[Music drops to plucky bass and rimshots]
Is this a meal
Or a warning sign?
Is this a side dish
Or the end of time?
I checked the box twice
Like
“Is this legal?”
Stomach doing parkour
Like a nervous eagle (whoa)
[Chorus]
It was Hamburger Helper devour disaster
Cheesy chaos coming faster
Faster
I took one whiff
And lost my stance
Dawson’s cooking
Made me shit my pants (yeah!)
Hamburger Helper
Help her
Help us
Slammed that Mc Ultra
Like a courage bonus
If this is fine dining
I’ll risk the ants
‘Cause Dawson’s dinner
Made me shit my pants (one more time!)
Hamburger Helper
Made me shit my pants