The Great Weird Al Word Count

Foil

I never seem to finish all my food
I always get a doggy bag, from the waiter
So I just keep what's still un-chewed
And I take it home, save it for later

But then I deal with fungal rot, bacterial formation
Microbes, enzymes, mold and oxidation
I don't care
I've got a secret trick up my sleeve
I never bother with baggies, glass jars, Tupperware containers
Plastic cling wrap -- really a no brainer
I just like
To keep all my flavors sealed in tight

With aluminum foil (foil)
Never settle for less
That kind of wrap is just the best
To keep your sandwich nice and fresh
Stick it in your cooler (cooler)
Eat it when you're ready
Then maybe you'll choose (you'll choose, you'll choose, you'll choose)
A refreshing herbal tea
(Hmm, lovely)

Oh, by the way, I've cracked the code
I've figured out these shadow organizations
And the Illuminati know
That they're finally primed for world domination

And soon you've got black helicopters comin' cross the border
Puppet masters for the New World Order
Be aware
There's always someone that's watching you
And still the government won't admit they faked the whole moon landing
Thought control rays, psychotronic scanning
Don't mind that
I'm protected 'cause I made this hat

From aluminum foil (foil)
Wear a hat that's foil-lined
In case and alien's inclined
To probe your butt or read your mind
Looks a bit peculiar ('culiar)
Seems a little crazy
But someday I'll prove (I'll prove, I'll prove, I'll prove)
There's a big conspiracy