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.