Biscuit Jar Emptiness

I just arrived at home
My belly's growling like Lobelia
Better check my kitchen shells
Where I keep those dear biscuit reserves

But when I reach into the biscuit jar
Oh dear, it is just empty, empty, empty...

My worst nightmare comes true:
It's biscuit jar emptiness
My worst nightmare comes true:
It's biscuit jar emptiness

How did it come to this?
My world seems shattered and all is bleak
Then I remember my food cellars
I must have some biscuit jars down there too

But when I go through my cellar jars
They are all just empty, empty, empty...

My worst nightmare comes true:
It's biscuit jar emptiness
My worst nightmare comes true:
It's biscuit jar emptiness

Who on earth has emptied all my biscuit jars?
Who on earth has emptied all my biscuit jars?

My worst nightmare comes true:
It's biscuit jar emptiness
My worst nightmare comes true:
It's biscuit jar emptiness

Then I hear a knock on my door
My friendly neighboor is visiting me!
He holds a little present for me
Oh, could it be some sweet biscuits inside?

But the gift is just a recipe book
Filled with pictures of biscuits, biscuits, biscuits...

My worst nightmare comes true:
It's biscuit jar emptiness
My worst nightmare comes true:
It's biscuit jar emptiness

About the song

Here is a very silly and hobbity song about the great horrors in life. It is best sung to a tune about some other kind of emptiness:

 

Manic Street Preachers – Motorcycle Emptiness