story behind the song: procrastination and the art of food recovery etc
Lyrics
one too many bread crumbs on the floor
haven't used the broom in a week or maybe more
besides the ants are liking the feast
so i can't change now, i'm keeping the peace
one too many dust bunnies under the couch
they're talking union, it's ugly now
vacuum left on some holiday
said it might be back, i said "okay", okay...
i can take them old leavings
leftovers are my main course
sometimes the taste takes some believing
sometimes it only seems worse
i can take them old leavings
refried and reconstituted of course
sometimes the taste is quite deceiving
sometimes it only seems worse
one too many socks over the chair
over that shirt, on the underwear
they all like to try to tell me what it is i should do
muttering under their breath, "you moron, you fool"
i can take them old leavings
if i scrape off that green stuff first
sometimes the taste defies meaning
sometimes it only seems worse
it only seems worse
