Untitled Parody of "The Way," by Fastball

Note: Areas in "[]," are not sung.
[Current Situation: Mom is a REALLY bad cook,
and the kid won't put up with it]

[Mom:] Now make up your mind,
and stop all that snacking,
on that junk-food. We don't have all day.
[Kid:] Good taste is what your cooking's lacking,
So why do you cook
without ever knowing the way?

[Mom:] Cut out that whine!
And stop all your talking,
Now eat up your food 'cause we don't have all day!
[Kid (Sarcastic Tone):] Eat up your mold... [Mom]: I know who you are mocking!
[Kid:] But why do you cook
without ever knowing the way?

[Chorus:]
[Kid:] Can't you see that the "food" that you serve me
Consists of mold?
[Mom:] Shut up and eat
before it gets cold!
Fine, you can stay hungry,
But you will wish that you ate!
[Kid:]I hope that this junk ends up in a dump somewhere,
just get it out of the house,
I really don't care
I want some good food,
I'll be happier with salmon, FILETS!

[Mom:] ("you are unthankful" tone) When you wake up,
I make you breakfast!
[Kid:] But then I take a look at it and pray!
I would never touch that to-il-et scum,
But why do you cook,
without ever knowing the way?

[Chorus x2]