(parody of "Strangers In The Night" by Frank Sinatra) Soupy doopy doop, Oh soupy doopy. Soupy doopy doop, Oh soupy doopy. Strange things in my soup, That's what I found there. Little tiny things That move around there. Looking down I see, They're looking up at me. Strange things can be seen, They're scattered sparsely. Strange things that are green, But are not parsely. In my bowl they've made Their little aquacade. Soup was meant to be Completely free of all extraneous debris Except for now and then a noodle or some rice But these things aren't nice. See them swimming, splashing, thriving, Holy smoke, they're scuba diving. In my bouillabaisse I looked and then I Saw a tiny face With large antennae And I heard him say, "Ooh, the soup is good today." I let out a whoop, I hollered, "Waiter, there are Strangers in my soup!" And when he came I said, "Now I'm a connoisseur, I ordered soup de jour." He said, "Look, I'm just a waiter, You need an exterminator. You ordered soup de jour, I knew you dug soup. I brought the soup de jour, Today it's bug soup. That explains the group Of strangers in your soup." Soupy doopy doop, Oh soupy doopy. Soupy doopy doop, Oh soupy doopy. Soupy doopy doop...