S.n.f.u. - My Mold Collection lyrics

Won't you come to my place and see my collection of mold It hangs off the ceiling Covers half the floor No mold's too old In the fridge, you can feast your eyes upon many a fuzzy fiend I guess I'm best left alone just my collection & me No mold's too old I scrape my armpits each and every day adding nicely to the blue decay