Mr Yuck: which aisle will i run down, i shall keep thou guessing
i'm an inch from attacking your shopping cart
but wait, here's tasty paul newman salad dressing

i am mr. yuck, i am mr. yuck

yesterday: the alien. tomorrow: banana slug
time to chase the shoppers, the shoppers
but first, time for a celeste pizza plug

i am mr. yuck i am mr. yuck

Brubrek Chorus: oh no, it's mr. yuck, bobby better run
in the opposite direction, toward the smoked ham

Bobby the Contestant: running in the opposite direction, my feet
somehow in biz markie, south dakota, life incomplete
i was in the check-out line, i heard that beep
i thought of the fun i could be having on supermarket sweep

la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la

running on from mr. yuck, i don't have nine lives
of course, my limit of tasty, juicy honeybaked hams is five
only one lobster, that's three less than five
oh what i'd ring up on 'rodeo drive'

keep on shopping, keep on shopping, keep on shopping, don't stop

Brubrek Chorus: look at bobby snatching up that lobster,
and the crowd is cheering him on
but he'll have to have eyes in the back of his head
to watch out for mr. yuck

Mr. Yuck: i am mr. yuck i am mr. yuck
these customers are fast
but i am mr. yuck

bare my fangs and plastic mask
and why not use wd-40 when those darn hinges get stuck

Brubrek Chorus: apparently, mr. yuck is going to go
yet another episode
without actually seeing or scaring a contestant
but when you see him, you'll know why we call him mr. yuck

Bobby: i am bobby, see my shopping cart roll
i hope nobody saw those three perdue chickens that i stole
there he is, in my cart, but he doesn't want to hurt me
apparently, he's fascinated by products from chef boyardee

so i'll keep on shopping, keep on shopping, keep on shopping, don't stop

keep on shopping

Mr. Yuck: i am mr. yuck
Bobby: keep on shopping
Mr. Yuck: i am mr. yuck
Bobby: keep on shopping
Mr. Yuck: i am mr. yuck
he'll keep on shopping
Bobby: he's mr. yuck

Mr. Yuck: i am mr. yuck i am mr. yuck
the show is at the end, bobby won the sweep

damn it, i am mr. yuck
and i wish bobby hadn't thrown that tub pack of pamper on my feet

Everybody: keep on shopping, shopping, keep on, keep on shopping