The Electric Eels - Refrigerator lyrics

When I open your door, I could not ask for heaven, God must be in my refrigerator, Items close to my heart, Carrots and pickles, Yeah it's heaven on earth Right inside of my door Lime gelatin, Chocolate pudding, Fishy wishies, Why don't you get me White enameled and chrome, A little church of my own, A little taste of honey, It wouldn't take much money, On your altar I'm posed, On your lettuce I'm dancing, And I suppose I suppose Add gelatin, Fish crazies, Chocolate custard, Cut the mustard White enameled and chrome, A little church of my own, A little taste of honey, It doesn't take no money, Makes you cum in your pants, Like a two-day romance, On your stove I'm froze, I suppose I suppose Chocolate custard, Wavy gravy, Mashed potatoes, Do the alligator