Soaring through space, traveling the speed of light I think of your face, then I get sick and start to puke Dinner comes a’spraying out When it’s gone I’ll keep dry heaving ‘Til I get my mind on something else I’m tired of this food, I long for a good piece of steak But paste in a tube is better Than home, girl, ‘cause you can’t cook You were such a gorgeous woman ‘Til you made me dinner now I’ll never Look at you the same again You can’t cook