Junk Food Junkie (Larry Groce) You know I love that organic cooking, I always ask for more. And they call me Mr. Natural, On down to the health food store. I only eat good sea salt. White sugar don't touch my lips. And my friends is always begging me to take them On macro-biotic trips. Yes they are... But at night I take out my strong box That I keep under lock and key. And I take it off to my closet Where nobody else can see. I open that lid so slowly, take a peek up North and South. Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkee* And I pop it in my mouth. In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural Just as healthy as I can be. But at night I'm a junk food junkie Good lord have pity on me. Yes sir... At lunch time you can always find me At the whole earth vitamin bar. Just sucking on my plain white yogurt From my hand grown pottery jar. And sipping little hand pressed cider With a carrot stick for dessert. And wiping my face in a natural way On the sleeve of my peasant shirt. Yes I do... Ahh But when that clock strikes midnight And I'm all by myself I work that combination On my secret hide-away shelf. And I pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and an old Moon pie.* I sit back in glorious expectation Of a genuine junk food high. (chorus) Here we go now... My friends on down at the commune, Well they think I'm pretty neat. I don't know nothing about arts and crafts, But I give them all something to eat. I was a friend to ol' Eul Gibbons And I only eat home grown spice. Got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn Filled up with my brown rice. Yes I do... Now folks, lately I have been spotted With a Big Mac on my breath.* Stumbling to a Colonel Sanders With a face as white a death. I'm afraid some day they'll find me Just stretched out on my bed With a handful of Pringles potato chips And a Ding Dong by my head.* (chorus) *Registered Trade Mark Copyright Larry Groce) BR
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