Finn: My hot dogs dead My pizzas dead My cupcake is dead Jake: Oh, uh My donuts dead My burgers dead My milkshake is dead Finn: All of our favorite foods are totally dead They can not procreate in little food bits We'll eat them up, and turn them into stuuuuuuuuff Jake: And we'll cry over their graves But 'cha cant cry enough Both: When you miss someone you love You cant cry enough