Great, Green Gobs of Greasy, Grimy Gopher Guts (Tom Glazer) CHO: Great, green gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts, Mutilated monkey meat, itty bitty birdie feet. Great, green gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts, And me without a spoon. Some people eat hamburger meat while others like potatoes, And some must chew their Irish stew along with ripe tomatoes. I can't understand why in ev'ry land, they serve such peculiar dishes. For wherever I go, they always say "No!" when I tell them what my wish is. I scream for ... (Chorus) I can pay my way in a French café which is big and quite expensive, Where the diners dine and the wine is fine, but I'm always apprehensive. When the menu comes, I twiddle my thumbs at the list of fancy dishes: Caviar and steaks, champagne and cake, is never what my wish is. I beg for ... (Chorus) In the life to come, I intend to hum this hymn to old Saint Peter: I won't need much, when my harp I touch, and become a heavenly eater. I won't ask for money or milk and honey, and my voice will never falter While the trumpets blare on the Golden Stair as I stand at the Shining Altar. I yell for ... (Chorus) (Tag:) And me without a spoon! Yuck! copyright Tom Glazer oct00
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