Lyrics to “I’m All Out of Grub (I’m So Lost Without Food)”, not by Air Supply

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There was a time on this blog where I did a lot more creating than I have done lately. It has been a long time since I have written a song parody. (You can see all the ones I have written here.) The last one I wrote was actually not even featured here in the Break Room. A man came across my blog and asked if I could write a song parody for his friend that was retiring as an elementary school principal.  The parody “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be A Principal” that I wrote at his request was read at his friend’s retirement party and played to guitar music, too. That was a definitely a fun moment for me! I loved that this silliness found it’s way from here to a memorable real-life event thousands of miles away.

So, today I decided to come back with another one. This one is not written for retirees, however, but for those just starting out: the college students.
There was a time that I was a college student when I made many meals out of Ramen Noodles and taquitos. I ate healthier food at times but, in general, college life for me (and for most) is a very frugal, fast food fueled existence.
And, hence the song “I’m All Out Of Grub”, not by Air Supply.
 
 

 

I’m lying alone with my head over the throne,
Thinking of how my stomach hurts.
I know yours hurts, too, but what else can we do?
We shoulda never had fried chicken from Quik Mart.
I wish I could stuff a big grocery cart,
But this college student’s funds are too low,
So I live on Totino’s & Jose Ole burritos,
Until the day comes I have a job of my own.
*chorus*
I’m all out of good grub,
I’m so lost without good food,
I could use some brown rice,
I haven’t eaten well in so long,
I’m all out of good grub,
I’m so lost without good food,
It’s really late, but, OH LOOK!
Taco Bell’s light’s still on.

I want my mom’s food back
I want food from home,
But I have to study for a test tonight,
So, I will settle on Spaghettio’s and a cold Mountain Dew,
And later I’ll have a Sprite.
 
And what would mom say if she saw my fridge now

She’d ask me, “What’s wrong with you son?


You’re too young for beer, you can’t party each day,
You can’t live on Frosted Flakes and Froot Loops alone.”
 


I’d say…
 
*chorus*
I’m all out of good grub,
I’m so lost without good food,
I could use some brown rice,
I haven’t eaten well in so long,
I’m all out of good grub,
I’m so lost without good food,
It’s really late, but, OH LOOK!
Taco Bell’s light’s still on.

 

Oh, I really need good grub…
Where is some good grub?
Oh, I really need good grub…
Where is some good grub?

 
The End.

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