Food Operator - A Song

Based on Smooth Operator (by SharPei)

He's eating from a popcorn bowl
And laughing at my aching soul.
Starting to drool, feeling the fool.
I bark in seven high timbres.
Violent sneeze and sobbing yips, I want CheezNips.
Heaven help you if one falls.

Dinner time, feed me now.
Give me food with maximum haste and tastiest chow.
Go downstairs and fill my bowl.
For I desire nom, I require a kibble toll.

We don't want the feeble or sensitve plants
On this we won't take any chance.
I dance so nervous like I'm covered with ants
As he gets bowls.

He's the food operator.
Food operator.
Food operator.
Food operator.

Left to right, pantry to the counter, there's gravy.
From refrigerator enough for a navy.

Back a forth, or round and round.
The tail does go, both to and fro,
On ev'ry hound.

A promise of yum, a license to bark.
Makes all of us drooly and eager. So hark!
The kibble goes clatter, my vision goes dark.
No need to beg.

He's the food operator.
Food operator.
Now, please, not later.
Food operator.

To my cage, I sit and look pretty, feed me please.
Across the hall and room, and right to me; are these cold peas?!
I guess that's fine.

From my food operator.
Food operator.
Food operator.
Food operator.

She's munching on some pita chips.
And smiling at my pretty sit.
Starting to drool, feeling the fool.
I whine through seven high pitches.
Barks of shame and snotty sneeze, I want brie cheese.
Heaven help her if it falls.