[Verse] In a small town kitchen, there's a secret tale 'Bout a moldy green salami, its fame did prevail It sat there on the counter, no expiration in sight With its funky green color, it was quite a sight (oh-yeah) [Verse 2] The townspeople gathered, from miles around To catch a glimpse of this salami's renown They danced and they sang, with joy in their eyes For this unique delicacy, they could not deny (oh-yeah) [Chorus] Oh, moldy green salami, you make the people go wild (go wild) Your taste is questionable, but your fame is compiled (compiled) From the depths of the fridge to the center stage (center stage) You're the pop folk punk song of the moldy, green age (oh-yeah)