I'm Yours Parody

Oh, I found something under your bed
I felt it
An old bologna sandwich and some cheese that had melted
It fell right through the crack
And the smell is getting bad

We'll get a paper towel and some Febreeze
Open up a window, man that stinks
Get down on your knees and clean that rug, rug, rug
Oh, it's time to fumigate your bedroom boy
It can not wait Good Lord