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Verse 1

I hear the coffee maker, I hear the bedroom floor,

I hear the magic footsteps heading for the door,

You think you’re going to work, but I know what’s really true,

The whole reason you exist is what you’re about to do.

You call yourself my owner, but I’ve got a different plan,

You’re not a businessman, you’re not a family man,

You’re not a boss or a hero, not a king or a deity,

You’re the Food Guy, and you’re employed by me.

Chorus

Hey Food Guy!

Fill my bowl and make it high!

Hey Food Guy!

Don’t just stand there, don’t ask why!

I waited all night,

Now it’s feeding time,

You’re the Food Guy,

And this is your job!

Verse 2

I sat beside the kitchen and I gave my hungry stare,

The one that says I’m starving though I ate an hour ago somewhere,

You checked the clock and shook your head,

Like somehow I was wrong,

But I’ve been doing this for years,

And buddy, I’m pretty strong.

You say I’ve gained a few pounds,

I say that’s fake news,

The scale is broken anyway,

And you’ve got nothing to lose.

Just a little extra kibble,

Maybe bacon on the side,

If you’re really good at Food Guy stuff,

I’ll let you scratch my hide.

Chorus

Hey Food Guy!

Fill my bowl and make it high!

Hey Food Guy!

Don’t just stand there, don’t ask why!

I waited all night,

Now it’s feeding time,

You’re the Food Guy,

And this is your job!

Bridge

And when you eat your dinner,

You think I won’t notice?

I’m sitting six inches from your face,

Completely focused.

One crumb falls,

One french fry drops,

And suddenly we’re both

Working overtime.

Guitar Solo

Verse 3

The cat thinks she’s management,

But she doesn’t understand,

This operation runs on kibble,

And I’ve got demands.

The squirrels outside are amateurs,

The mailman’s just a fraud,

But you show up with a scoop every day,

And that’s why you’re my god.

Final Chorus

Hey Food Guy!

Fill my bowl and make it high!

Hey Food Guy!

You know I’ll never let this slide!

I’ll follow you around,

Till you finally comply,

You’re the Food Guy,

You’re the Food Guy,

You’re the Food Guy,

And business is good tonight.

Outro

The bowl is full…

The mission’s done…

Good work, Food Guy.

We’ll do it all again tomorrow.