Do not rain on my parade, you stomach rumbling bunk!
Sit back, relax, and do your thinking in a trunk.
You're a pain, a real nuisance, a bother to face.
I'd rather not deal with you, but you won't give me space.
Stomach now rumbling, from frying pan to fire,
I'm here, no different from a deflated tyre.
My hunger's growling loud, my belly's in despair.
I need some food, and fast, to repair.
......
Do not rain on my parade, you stomach rumbling bunk!
Sit back, relax, and do your thinking in a trunk.
You're a pain, a real nuisance, a bother to face.
I'd rather not deal with you, but you won't give me space.
Stomach now rumbling, from frying pan to fire,
I'm here, no different from a deflated tyre.
My hunger's growling loud, my belly's in despair.
I need some food, and fast, to repair.
......