Suppertime

He's got your number now

He knows just what you've done

You've got no place to hide,

You've got nowhere to run

He knows your life of crime

I think it's suppertime

He's got his facts all straight

You know he's on your trail

He's gonna turn you in

They're gonna put you in jail

He's USDA prime

All set for suppertime

Come on, come on,

Think about all those offers

Come on, come on,

Your future with Audrey

Come on, come on,

Ain't no time to turn squeamish

Come on, come on, I swear on all my spores,

When he's gone the world will be yours

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. It's suppertime. It's suppertime.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. It's suppertime.

It's suppertime. Suppertime.