Food Safety Music

Food Safety Music
By Leejay Abucayan
About this podcast
Welcome to Food Safety Music that features Dr. Carl Winter's hilarious and educational food safety music parodies. With a few clicks you can be on your way learning (and hearing) about food safety through song and video. Music videos and songs address a wide variety of food safety topics and have been developed for diverse audiences including children, health professionals, food service workers, food regulators, and teachers.
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March 4, 2008
In the style of The Beatles' "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" LYRICS: Oh yeah I'll, tell you something 
I think you'll understand 
For the sake of sanitation 
You'd better wash your hands 
You'd better wash your hands 
You'd better wash your hands Before, and after meals 
And when you use the can 
Soap and water, for twenty seconds 
Should be part of your plan 
That's how you wash your hands 
That's how you wash your hands And when you're finished you'll feel happy inside 
Washin' so thorough that microbes 
They can't hide, they can't hide, they can't hide Make sure you clean your nails 
And dry with towel or fan 
Prevent those nasty microbes 
From spreadin' 'cross the land 
You'd better wash your hands 
You'd better wash your hands And when you're finished you'll feel happy inside 
Washin' so thorough that microbes 
They can't hide, they can't hide, they can't hide 
Oh yeah I'll, tell you something 
I think you'll understand 
For the sake of sanitation 
You'd better wash your hands 
You'd better wash your hands 
You'd better wash your hands
March 4, 2008
In the style of The Monkee's "I'm a Believer" LYRICS: When I was young I stayed away from vegetables They were meant for someone else, but not for me Veggies couldn't taste good That's the way it seemed Whether they were stir-fried, raw, or steamed But then I had a taste Now I'm a believer Didn't leave a trace Of greens on my plate I was wrong I'm a believer, a veggie eater From now on I thought leafy greens should be against the law The same was true for broccoli, beans, and peas What's the use in trying? I'd rather have junk food Didn't know healthy foods could taste so good But then I had a taste Now I'm a believer Didn't leave a trace Of greens on my plate I was wrong I'm a believer, a veggie eater From now on Veggies couldn't taste good That's the way it seemed Whether they were stir-fried, raw, or steamed But then I had a taste Now I'm a believer Didn't leave a trace Of greens on my plate I was wrong I'm a believer, a veggie eater From now on Yes, I had a taste Now I'm a believer Didn't leave a trace Of greens on my plate Now I'm a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a believer I'm a believer
Feb. 26, 2008
In the style of The Eagles's "Heartache Tonight" LYRICS: Some chef is gonna hurt someone Before the night is through Serving up some chicken that's undone There's nothin' we can do On the road I found a nice cafe' With some Georgia friends Didn't know I'd soon be entertained By Sal Monella and the Pathogens There's gonna be a stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know There's gonna be a stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know, Lord, I know Some chefs will cook their chicken great But some just don't cook it that long I rolled the dice and I ordered some But things just came out wrong This night is gonna last forever Last all, last all summer long In the early mornin' when my food comes up The porcelain gods are gonna hear my song There's gonna be a stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know There's gonna be a stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know, Lord, I know There's gonna be a stomachache tonight From a bad chicken bite So turn on the light My intestines aren't right There's gonna be a stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know Some chef is gonna hurt someone Before the night is through Serving up some chicken that's undone There's nothin' we can do On the road I found a nice cafe' With some Georgia friends Didn't know I'd soon be entertained By Sal Monella and the Pathogens There's gonna be a stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know There's gonna be a stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know, Lord, I know We can sanitize the kitchen And can educate the cooks Maybe try irradiation But either way, there's gonna be A stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know, oh, I know There'll be a stomachache tonight A stomachache tonight, I know
Feb. 26, 2008
In the style of Queen's "We Will Rock You" and "We Are the Champions" LYRICS: Buddy you're a young man, dumb man, careless And you're gonna make someone quite sick someday You got spores on your plate They'll incubate There's trouble if you cross-contaminate Microbes they might kill you Microbes they might kill you Toilin' with the fast food, bad mood, careless It don't matter if those burgers stay pink inside Servin' up a storm With coliform 0157's deadly if it don't get warm Microbes they might kill you Microbes they might kill you Microbes they might kill you Microbes they might kill you We're always the targets We evoke lots of fear Bombarded with chlorine, pH, gamma rays To make us disappear But we're naturally occurring Nature pulls our reins And when there's trouble We mutate into really virulent strains We are the microbes, my friend And we'll keep dividing Till the end We are the microbes We are the microbes No time for chlorine Cause we are the microbes In your food We'll mess up your kidneys GI damage we'll do We go by clostridium, E. coli, salmonella Just to mention a few We like sprouts and lettuce Salami and stew You'll find us on chicken, soft cheeses, fruit juices and hamburgers too We are the microbes, my friend And we'll keep dividing Till the end We are the microbes We are the microbes No time for chlorine Cause we are the microbes We are the microbes, my friend And we'll keep dividing Till the end We are the microbes We are the microbes No time for chlorine Cause we are the microbes In your food
Feb. 6, 2008
In the style of Will Smith's "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It" LYRICS: Haha, aha, What, what, what, what On your mark ready set let's go Got a PHD better listen to me If you don't watch out its RIP Careful with your food, don't get sicky wit it Hey that's it take a look at the stats From CDC they're some pretty smart cats Each year in the states lots of folks be illin' CDC says 'bout 76 million Burgers, chicken, part of our nutrition If you don't know what you're doin you might need a mortician Little tiny bugs;the eye can't see Salmonella, clostridium, and one called E. Coli they're all bacteria Like listeria you'll feel inferior Those bugs'll do a number on your interior Careful with your food, don't get sicky wit it Chorus: Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana You don't wanna get sick, you know that's true Let the E. coli Elvis tell ya what you can do Follow what I say hey it ain't so hard And you won be needin' no get well card When you're bakin' some chicken or frying some meat Gotta cook it long enough and use enough heat To kill the bugs, nuke 'em all the way through Gotta get to them before they get you Chill it in the fridge till it's time to prepare When it's rare, beware, handle it with care Take the time to separate don't contaminate, or use the same plate With your other food you might mix the juices And give bacteria excuses To cause some digestive abuses Careful with your food, don't get sicky wit it Chorus: Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana Remember these tips for sanitation Else you'll need hospitalization If its leftover, you got the power To get it in the fridge within two hour Wash the counter with soap and water When you're done with that then you oughta Do the same with your hands, 20 seconds is the plan Careful with your food, don't get sicky wit it That'll help you out when you cook at home But what should you do when you're on the roam? Fast food, eatin' out, BK or Mickey D's Keep a lookout for McColi with cheese Open up your burger, take a look inside If it's pink, raise a stink, bring it back, you could'a died Woman or man gotta do what you can Careful with your food, don't get sicky wit it Chorus: Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana don't get sicky wit it Na na na na na nana, na na na na nana
Feb. 5, 2008
In the style of Kenny Roger's "The Gambler" LYRICS: On a warm summer's evening Just a while before dinner I opened up the fridge to get some Fully thawed ground beef Then I shaped some patties And I put 'em on the skillet Washed my hands for 20 seconds Any less is just too brief I fired up the burner And I fried up the burgers Cooked 'em till the pink was gone And the juices ran quite clear I made sure the centers Had made it to 160 Then I served 'em to my family Without feelin' any fear It's true that home food safety Is serious business Keeping foodborne pathogens From striking day or night And it may seem hard To keep taking those precautions But if you're preparing food, folks, You gotta learn to do it right You gotta know when to heat 'em Know when to eat 'em Know when to wash your hands And decontaminate There's no need to gamble When you're eatin' at the table Or you'll be sick in the bathroom When the evening's late Every expert knows That the secret to survive is Knowin' what to throw away, And knowin' what to keep Cause if you're a gambler You might just be a loser And the best that you can hope for Is to die in your sleep You gotta know when to heat 'em Know when to eat 'em Know when to wash your hands And decontaminate There's no need to gamble When you're eatin' at the table Or you'll be sick in the bathroom When the evening's late You gotta know when to heat 'em Know when to eat 'em Know when to wash your hands And decontaminate There's no need to gamble When you're eatin' at the table Or you'll be sick in the bathroom When the evening's late