If you can’t find what you’re looking for

If you can’t find what you’re looking for

If you can’t find what you’re looking for

Why don’t you look in the fridge?  

 

If you can’t find the cheese that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the keys that you’re looking for

Or the birds and the bees that you’re looking for

Listen please, look in the fridge

 

If it ain’t on the news what you’re looking for

If your Gran’s on the booze who you’re looking for

And she’s not in the loos where you’re looking for

Why don’t yous look in the fridge?

 

If you can’t find the route that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the boot that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the suit that you’re looking for

Don’t dispute, look in the fridge

 

If you can’t find the bowl that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the role that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the hole that you’re looking for

Take control, look in the fridge

 

If you can’t find the car that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the star that you’re looking for

If it’s not in the bra that you’re looking for

Don’t look far, look in the fridge

 

If you can’t find the thrill that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the pill that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the drill that you’re looking for

Here’s the skill, look in the fridge

 

If you can’t find the train that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the brain that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the pain that you’re looking for

Look again, look in the fridge

 

 

If you can’t find the sun that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the gun that you’re looking for

If you can’t find the one that you’re looking for

Do not run, look in the fridge

 

From the salad mayonnaise that you’re looking for

That poetic chat up phrase that you’re looking for

To the hope of better days that you’re looking for

and the job that more than pays what you’re looking for

 

If the world of loading bays is life you’re looking for

then you’re not the sharpest knife in the kitchen drawer 

You must look inside the fridge, beyond the warehouse floor  

 

From the get free out of jail card you’re looking for

To French existential hell, ‘Qui suis-je encore?’ (Who am I still?)

If what in the Daily Mail is what you’re looking for

You should bloody well look in the fridge!