Lyrics

Door dash didnt deliver today.
Philip sat alone in his quiet room
Looking at his phone
Sadness in his face
His angry ready to fume

Phil's door dash was canceled.
The one thing he looked forward to.
His face scrunched and wrinkled
The hairline receding more.

All phil wanted was door dash.
To keep up the donations
To keep up with the trend
Dsp tries it, now lost.

Phil as he sits there, blames Kat.
She smiles and asks to make dinner
Phil sits back lost in thought
Looking in disgust at that idea
Kat making terrible food

All phil wanted was door dash.
To keep up the donations
To keep up with the trend
Dsp tries it, now lost.

He tries once again.
Frantically opening up door dash
Kats burning food smoking the house
Phil looking more displeased
His chat scrolling faster
Phil doesn't receive any donations

All phil wanted was door dash.
To keep up the donations
To keep up with the trend
Dsp tries it, now lost.

Finally, phil gets through
He has a sigh of relief
His door dash is on the way
Spending way more money
Refusing to drive anywhere

All phil wanted was door dash.
To keep up the donations
To keep up with the trend
Dsp tries it, now lost.

Now the king gets to stuff his face
Making forty different faces
Not knowing what he will say
DSP Tries it ready to go.
Now to devour.