Oh Spirali, Spirali, Why are you so bare. When I seek fulfilling foodstuff And I see you over there I walk across the floor And catch site of you by the door You don’t speak to me of food We don’t talk any more For all your spirals are vacant lost food, lost drink, lost reason I try and find that special snack But all I find is treason For you have abandoned me empty are you now I try and find some peace of mind Or crisps, but I don’t know how.