In a minute I'll unearth it

Let it stretch its big ol' foreskin

And I'll gently give it instruction

In the morning I'll produce your solid foodform

You can carry it into your overturned refrigerator

Garage Chunk likes to know the score

His giant brain is somehow primitive

But he loves to eat the most misshapen things

He walks with the gait of a human

But his desires border on primeval

Let him loose and watch his magic happen

In the morning I'll produce your solid foodform

You can carry it into your overturned refrigerator

And he's over it he'll growl that warning sound

Don't go near the "Garbage Chunk"

In the morning I'll produce your solid foodform

You can carry it into your overturned refrigerator

Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals

Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocal