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 is too old
No mold is 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 and me
No mold is too old
No mold is too old
No mold, no mold is too old
No mold, no mold is too old

I scrape my armpits
Each and every day
Adding nicely to the blue decay
No mold is too old
No mold is too old
No mold is too old
No mold is too old