Quit Playing Games (with your food)

Baby, yummm

Even on your plate, I see
that your train is really celery.
Deep within your bowl, I fear,
that your oatmeal is getting kinda green.
Sometimes I wish I could, stop time,
and make you clean up your corn and peas.
But I wish I could, it's so sad,
baby, quit playin' games with your food.

Chorus:
Quit playin' games with your food,
you're putting me in a foul mood.
Quit playin' games with your food,
I should have known you'd be rude,
before you threw all that food,
I'm in a real foul mood.
Quit playin' games with your food.

Mash potatoes just flew that way,
and the squash keeps comin' at me.
Everything you threw, is now goo,
there's a brownie embedded in my knee.
Sometimes I wish I could, stop time,
and make you clean up your corn and peas.
But I wish I could, it's so sad,
baby, you'd better, quit playin' games with your food.

Chorus

Baby, baby,
the attitude you have is so wrong,
don't leave me dodging this forever.
Oh, baby, baby,
this is not right,
we'll be cleaning this house tonight.

Baby, ymmmm, quit playin' games.

Banananananananananananananananana

Sometimes I wish I could, stop time, 
and make you clean up your corn and peas.
But I wish I could, it's so sad,
baby, you'd better, quit playin' games with your food.

Chorus

Quit playin' games

Bananananananananananananananana

Bananananananananananananananana

Your food

Your food