I don't want French fried potatoes,
Red ripe tomatoes,
I'm never satisfied. 
I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafah on the side.

I don't want pork chops and bacon, 
That won't awaken
My appetite inside.
I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafah on the side.

Now a fella's really got to eat
And a fella should eat right.
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.

I don't want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafah on the side.

~interlude~

A fella's really got to eat
And a fella should eat right.
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.

I don't want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafah on the side.

( Nat's ending (no melody): Now if you don't have it, just bring me a check for the water.