My stomach's growling
[Glrrbrrdbllrbrrlbrrrlbbd]

My stomach's growling
I'm out of eggs
I saw an angel
Food cake on legs

I think you were selling Bibles
When you came up to my door
I bet you have a tender heart
Let's find out for sure

You're edible
You're edible
You're edible, it's true
I saw your face
Off and have a taste
No one's half as good as you
Glad you joined my barbecue

You have real sweet eyes
And some luscious thighs
For my George Foreman grill your butt's the
Perfect size

And you look great with just horseradish on
I savor each moment because soon you'll be gone

You're edible
Incredible
You're edible, it's true
I saw your face
Off and serve it glazed
You get my five-star review
'Cause you make the best fondue

Ya ya yum mee
In ma tum mee
La la la dy fingers...

You're edible
You're edible
Ask Emeril; it's true
Sweet thoughts of you baby have consumed me all day
That's ironic 'cause I'm consuming you

You are way too good to share
'Cause a treat like you is rare

(Make that "medium rare." Mmmmm.)

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