Turn off your stove, relax and pour the cream
Onto your pudding, onto your pudding


Lay down the carton, sniffing like Keith Floyd
It is humming, it is humming.


Then you see the meaning of the stink
It is rancid, it is rancid


Taste is all and when the taste is gone
There is no way, there is no way


Of eating food that's past it's sell-by date
Believe it, believe it


Just look at the colour of your cream
It is dark green, it is dark green


So throw away your pudding in the end
And begin again, begin again.