Robert Wyatt
Soup Song
There's a mushroom on my eyelidThere's a carrot down my backI can see in the distanceA vast quantity of beansTo you I'm just a flavourTo make your stew taste niceOh my god, here come the onionsAnd â?? I don't believe it! â?? at least a pound of riceThere was a time when bacon sandwichesWere everyone's favourite snackI'm delicious when I'm crunchyEven when I'm almost blackSo why you make a soup with meI just can't understandIt seems so bloody tastelessNot to mention underhandNow there's no hope of getting out of hereI can feel I'm going softDirty waters soak my fibresThe whole saucepan's getting hotSo I may as well resign myselfMake friends with a few peasBut I just, I can't help hopingThat a tummy ache will bring you to your kneesBring you to your kneesBring you to your kneesBring you to your knees
From Letras Mania