There comes a time
When you hunger late in the night
Searching for a grocery store
You’re better off eating a kite

The freezer is cold
It’s sitting there froze…
The box says “microwave fries.”

Look down the counter
Leftovers for sure
As good as they were last night.

You’ve got to believe
In the nuking of food.
The microwave needs
To nuke all your food,
To nuke all your food!

They say that chicken
Has some nasty stuff in its meat.
Put it in five minutes,
And the nastiness will be beat.

Add buns all around
And fries on the side
Together, they’ll feed you all day.

The sandwich is done,
So go have some fun,
Your friends will come over to play.

You’ve got to believe
In the power of food.
And good barbecue,
It’s the power of food!

It brings meaning to each mealtime,
It what our guts are all made of.
You’ve always believed, in the power of food.
The power of food!

(Dance break…go push the buttons on your microwave in time with the guitar solo!)

You’ve got to believe
In the power of food.
Rotisserie grills,
It’s the power of food!

It brings meaning to each mealtime,
It what our tummies are made of.
You’ve always believed, in the power of food.
The power of food!
It’s the power of food!