The Pygmies took me down
Underground
Where I found
Dozens of spices ‘round a cauldron

One said in his deep voice
‘You’ve a choice’
‘Make us some soup or we will eat you’

They called me Kissy Kiss
Grabbed my wrist
I’d resist
But they would throw me down and taunt me

And so with trembling hands
I began
Their demands
God, will I live to see the daylight?

Got ten thousand ingredients all up in this soup
All the villagers worship the King of Soup

My days become a blur
Chop, peel, stir
Sir, yes sir
I don’t know how long I’ve been down here

All night I cook the broth
To a froth
Sleeping at all’s out of the question

They let me see the sun
Once I’m done
Off I run
A mission to find some new ingredients

And then it starts anew
Cook more stew
Missions, too
All alone, but it seems they trust me

Got ten thousand ingredients all up in this soup
Buggin 24/7, so sick of soup

I make myself assess
This whole mess
And I guess
I could just leave while on a mission

Strangely I haven’t tried
Suicide
I just can’t bring myself to do it

Through all the things I’ve seen
I’m serene
In routine
Maybe I like life with no choices

George Orwell had it right
Late one night
Saw the light
Freedom is slavery don’t I know it

Got ten thousand ingredients all up in this soup
I’m bout ready to vomit from all this soup