rambles

Pearl jam is in my fridge, sometimes they do get cold...
They monitor my veggies, and tell me when my cheese hath mold.
Stone is in my crisper, with my oranges and my plums...
Matt flips over my egg cartons, and uses them as drums.
Sometimes I hear "Ledbetter" from a drawer, and it sounds sweet...
And I know Mike is in there serenading all my meat.
Now Jeff, he's all over, jumping around, place to place...
He wears the juice cap as a hat and keeps butter soft with his bass.
When my fridge is closed I can hear a gentle sound...
A low hum, very peaceful, but very big around.
But when I open my fridge, the sound gets much, much louder
It's Eddie singing somethin' sweet, beside my baking powder.
Though I have many types of jam, there is one I like best.
It's not grape or strawberry, its far sweeter then the rest...
It is the Pearl Jam, yes it is, that's the tastiest, I must say...
I like to keep it well in stock and have some everyday...