to the tune of L.A. WOMAN

well, I took a little look into my cereal bowl
saw a raisin, the revulsion began to grow
little horror grapes in a place they’re not s’posed to go
who would ever let a little fruit get so shriveled and sour
it feels like a decades-long prank
bitter and dour, bitter and dour (x2)
I hate raisins, I hate raisins
I hate raisins in my breakfast food (x3)
raisin in my bowl
ruins the mood, ruins the mood, yeah
ruins the moo-moo mood
ruins the mood!

I see good breads they’ve ruined
oatmeal cookies sunk
now until for consumption
not even if you’re drunk
the thought has me gagging
on pre-vomit paste
disgusting
such ugly things
who would ever eat them
what a waste, what a waste (x2)
shitty, little, awful, madness
way to fill my breakfast bowl with sadness

mister, no more raisins, mister, no more raisins (x2)
it’s a ban on raisins
mister, no more raisins, mister, no more raisins
no more raisins, Jesus, no more raisins
mister no more raisins, you just keep your raisins
raisins, raisins
fuck raisins, raisins
sick of raisins, raisins
throw out the raisins, raisins
no raisins, raisins
throw out the goddamned raisins!

well, I took a little look into my cereal bowl
saw a raisin, the revulsion began to grow
little horror grapes in a place they’re not s’posed to go
who would ever let a little fruit get so shriveled and sour
it feels like a decades-long prank
bitter and dour, bitter and dour (x2)
I hate raisins, I hate raisins
no more raisins, fuck those raisins
please cut out the raisins, please cut out the raisins
I hate I hate raisins raisins
I hate raisins