Food Fight of Evermore

This spins Led Zeppelin's "Battle of Evermore" into a food fight of epic preportions.

The lunching line, checking out
And tensions turn to goals
A plate of peas to face the doom
Au graton potatoes

Oh, chance of a food fight
Bring it for your side
The forecast tides a course flung high
And flying spaghetti falls

Oh, load up your chow and go
Best not to eat it all
Stewed or fried debates decide
An airborne smorgasbord

I have sauces gathered, bound for a volley o' woe
I'm waiting with my noodles of parmesean, waiting with a feast to throw

The applesauce is really co-old, and freezy makes it best
And salad for your colon care
Fiber, do not forget
No, no

Chance of a food fight
Fling it high for your side
The applesauce poured down his back
And croutons on his head

Oh war is the common cry
Pick up your sporks and
The sky is filled with fruit gone bad
And kernals of old corn

Oh, go down

So while the fight rolls on, get under tables, go
Guard the prize of these chili fries, waiting with a feast to throw

The rain of corn we fought receds, when 'lo a snack attack
The knees will quake as nachos fall
Then sling fries right on back, fries-on
Sing liberation
Fries-on
Toss taters at the horde
No comfort has the pile of fries
When lies an empty bowl

Oh, chance of a food fight
Fling it with all your might
So wipe your jeans to get the cheese and fling the nachos back
Fling a snack

At last the chef is nigh and
His cries of truce rise high
When flings from the tables of two sides
The goulash blinds his eyes

Oh ahh oh
Fling a snack, fling a snack, fling a snack, fling a snack
Fling a snack, fling a snack, fling a snack, fling a snack
Duck down, go down, get down, oh
Duck down, go down, get down
Fling a snack, fling a snack, fling a snack, fling a snack
Duck down, go down, get down, oh
Duck down, go down, get down
Fling it, fling it, fling it, fling it, fling it, fling it
Fling it, fling it, fling it, fling it, fling it, fling it