Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Food

Writers Alan Freed, Henry Glover, Sydney Nathan, Fred Weismantel

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues, Food

Recorded 2014

Lyrics BABY,
WHY DO YOU THINK
WHAT I SAY
AIN'T TRUE?
YOU'VE GOT
A LOT OF NERVE
TO THINK
WE AIN'T THROUGH,
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOU WON'T
EVEN HAVE A CRUMB
TO EAT.
I'VE BEEN LISTENING
TO THAT JIVE
THAT YOU GAVE
YOUR ALL TO ME,
ALL I EVER GOT
FROM YOU
WAS AN EMPTY STOCKING
HANGING
ON MY CHRISTMAS TREE;
NOW THAT I'M LEAVING YOU,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE
WILL YOUR
NEXT MEAL BE?

I TOLD YOU
THAT I LOVED YOU,
BUT THAT
WAS LONG AGO.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
AND SIMPLE,
DIDN'T HAVE THE SENSE
TO KNOW.

SO I'M DOIN, IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT;
NOW THAT I'M LEAVING,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE WILL
YOUR NEXT MEAL BE?

I KNOW
I SAID I LOVE YOU,
I LOVE YOU,
LOVE YOU,
LOVE YOU SO,
BUT YOU AIN'T
GONNA HEAR
THOSE SWEET WORDS
NO MORE.
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOU WONT EVEN
HAVE A CRUMB
TO EAT.
I'M NEVER GONNA SAY
I'VE CHANGED MY MIND,
BECAUSE IF I DO
I KNOW
ILL BE LYING;
NOW I'M LEAVING,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE WILL YOUR
NEXT MEAL BE?

I TOLD YOU
THAT I LOVED YOU,
BUT THAT
WAS LONG AGO.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
AND SIMPLE,
DIDN'T HAVE THE SENSE
TO KNOW.

SO I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
AND IM GLAD;
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOUR LIFE'S GONNA BE
MIGHTY SAD!
Writers Billie Holiday

Genres Standard, Ballad, Blues, Food

Recorded 1956

Lyrics I LOVE MY MAN,
I'M A LIAR
IF I SAY I DON'T.
I LOVE MY MAN,
I'M A LIAR
IF I SAY I DON'T.
BUT I'LL QUIT MY MAN,
I'M A LIAR
IF I SAY I WON'T.

I'VE BEEN YOUR SLAVE,
BABY,
EVER SINCE I'VE BEEN YOUR BABE.
I'VE BEEN YOUR SLAVE,
EVER SINCE I'VE BEEN YOUR BABE.
BUT BEFORE I'D BE YOUR DOG,
I'D SEE YOU IN YOUR GRAVE.

MY MAN WOULDN'T GIVE ME NO BREAKFAST,
WOULDN'T GIVE ME NO DINNER,
SQUAWKED ABOUT MY SUPPER,
THEN HE PUT ME OUTDOORS.
HAD THE NERVE
TO LAY A MATCHBOX ON MY CLOTHES
I DIDN'T HAVE SO MANY,
BUT I HAD A LONG,
LONG WAYS TO GO.

I AIN'T GOOD LOOKIN',
AND MY HAIR AIN'T GOT CURLS.
I AIN'T GOOD LOOKIN',
AND MY HAIR AIN'T GOT CURLS.
BUT MY MOTHER GIVE ME SOMETHING
IT'S GOING TO CARRY ME
THROUGH THIS WORLD.

LORD, I LOVE MY MAN,
TELL THE WORLD I DO,
I LOVE MY MAN,
TELL THE WORLD I DO
BUT WHEN HE MISTREATS ME,
MAKES ME FEEL SO BLUE.

SOME MEN LIKE ME
'CAUSE I'M HAPPY,
'CAUSE SOME I'M SNAPPY,
SOME CALL ME HONEY,
OTHERS THINK I'VE GOT MONEY,
SOME TELL ME,
BABY, YOUR BUILT FOR SPEED.
NOW,
IF YOU PUT THAT ALL TOGETHER,
MAKES ME EVERYTHING
A GOOD MAN NEEDS!
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Darrell D. Fuller, Buddy Kaye, Ben Weisman

Genres Country, Pop, Food

Recorded 1970

Lyrics [verse 1]:
WISH I WAS
AN APPLE,
DANGLING
FROM A TREE,
EVERY TIME
YOU'D PASS
ME BY,
YOU'D TAKE
A BITE
OF ME.
I WISH I WAS
A BLUEBIRD,
I'D NEVER
FLY AWAY,
I'D SIT UPON
YOUR SHOULDER,
BABY,
AND SING TO YOU
ALL DAY.

[Chorus]:
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.

[verse 2]:
I WROTE IT
IN A LETTER,
CARVED IT
ON A TREE,
TOLD IT
TO A HONEYCOMB,
WHO TOLD IT
TO A BEE.
I TOLD THEM
HAT I LOVED YOU,
THEY ALL KNOW
IT'S TRUE,
I'LL SAY IT
TILL THE COWS
COME HOME,
UNTIL IT GETS
TO YOU.

[Chorus]:
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.

[bridge]:
NEED YOU
IN THE MORNIN'
TO START
THE COFFEE POT,
NEED YOU
IN THE AFTERNOON,
TO FAN ME
WHEN I'M HOT.
NEED YOU
IN THE EVENIN'
WHEN SUPPER TIME
IS THROUGH,
WHAT I'M REALLY
TRYIN' TO SAY
IS I CAN'T GET ENOUGH
OF YOU.

[Chorus]:
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.

[verse 3]:
IF I WERE
A MUSICIAN,
I'D HARP
ON JUST ONE THING:
YOU SHOULD NEVER
PLAY MY HEART
THE WAY
YOU PLUCK A STRING.
IF ONLY
YOU WOULD LOVE ME,
SINCERELY TELL ME SO,
I'D BEAT THE DRUMS
ABOUT IT,
BABY,
TO HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD
KNOW.

[Chorus]:
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.
Writers John Sebastian

Genres Pop, Food

Recorded 1966

Lyrics WHAT A DAY
FOR A DAYDREAM,
WHAT A DAY
FOR A DAYDREAMIN' BOY.
AND I'M LOST
IN A DAYDREAM,
DREAMIN' 'BOUT
MY BUNDLE OF JOY.
AND EVEN IF TIME
AIN'T REALLY ON MY SIDE,
IT'S ONE OF THOSE DAYS
FOR TAKING A WALK OUTSIDE.
I'M BLOWING THE DAY
TO TAKE A WALK
IN THE SUN,
AND FALL ON MY FACE
ON SOMEBODY'S
NEW MOWED LAWN.

I'VE BEEN HAVING
A SWEET DREAM,
I'VE BEEN DREAMIN'
SINCE I WOKE UP TODAY.
IT'S STARRING ME
AND MY SWEET DREAM,
'CAUSE SHE'S THE ONE
MAKES ME FEEL THIS WAY.
AND EVEN IF TIME
IS PASSING ME BY A LOT,
I COULDN'T CARE LESS
ABOUT THE DUES
YOU SAY I GOT.
TOMORROW
I'LL PAY THE DUES
FOR DROPPING MY LOAD,
A PIE IN THE FACE
FOR BEING
A SLEEPY BOY TOAD.

...AND YOU CAN BE SURE
THAT IF
YOU'RE FEELIN' RIGHT,
A DAYDREAM WILL LAST
TILL LONG INTO THE NIGHT.
TOMORROW AT BREAKFAST
YOU MAY PICK UP
YOUR EARS,
OR YOU MAY BE
DAYDREAMIN'
FOR A THOUSAND YEARS.

WHAT A DAY
FOR A DAYDREAM,
CUSTOM MADE
FOR A DAYDREAMIN' BOY.
AND I'M LOST
IN A DAYDREAM,
DREAMIN' 'BOUT
MY BUNDLE OF JOY.
Writers Oscar Brown Jr.

Genres Standard, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Food

Recorded 1959

Lyrics EVE AND ADAM
HAD A GARDEN,
EV'RYTHING WAS JAKE,
'TILL ONE DAY
A VOICE SAID,
PARDON, MISS,
MY NAME IS SNAKE.
YOU SEE THAT APPLE
OVER YONDER,
IF YOU'LL TAKE A BITE,
YOU AND ADAM BOTH
ARE BOUND TO HAVE SOME FUN
TONIGHT.

GO ON AND EAT
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
IT'S QUITE A TREAT,
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
IT'S MIGHTY SWEET,
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
GO AHEAD
AND TASTE IT,
YOU DON'T WANNA
WASTE IT.

THE LORD HAD SAID
IN THE BEGINNIN',
EV'RYTHIN' HERE'S FREE,
'CEPT THAT APPLE,
IT LEADS TO SINNIN',
LEAVE THAT APPLE BE!
BUT EVE GOT TEMPTED,
SO SHE TRIED IT,
AND AS CHICKS CAN DO,
SHE TEASED HER MAN
'TILL HE DECIDED
HE'D JUST TRY SOME TOO.

GO ON AND EAT
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
IT'S QUITE A TREAT,
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
IT'S MIGHTY SWEET,
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
GO AHEAD
AND BITE IT,
BET YOU'LL BE
DELIGHTED.

I HATE TO TELL YOU
ALL THAT FOLLERED,
THE LORD WAS MOST UPSET,
SAW THEM MAKIN' LOVE
AND HOLLERED,
WHAT HAVE YOU TWO ET?
AN' WHEN THEY MADE
A FULL CONFESSION,
THE LORD SAID,
WELL, I SEE!
I'LL JUST HAVE TO
TEACH A LESSON
'BOUT NOT MINDING ME!

GO ON AND EAT
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
IT'S QUITE A TREAT,
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
IT'S MIGHTY SWEET,
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
YOU ALL WENT
AND DID IT,
NOW YOU'RE GONNA
GIT IT.

THE LORD MADE EVE
BE ADAM'S MADAM,
HAVE HIS KIDS AND ALL,
LAID SOME LABOR LAWS
ON ADAM
AND HE MADE THE SNAKE
TO CRAWL.
AN' EVER SINCE THE DAYS
OF EDEN,
THIS WORLD'S BEEN SINFUL,
MY!
NOW'DAYS FOLKS ARE EVEN
EATIN' APPLES
IN THEIR PIE!

GO ON AND EAT
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
IT'S QUITE A TREAT,
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
IT'S MIGHTY SWEET,
FORBIDDEN FRUIT,
GO AHEAD
AND TASTE IT,
YOU DON'T WANNA
WASTE IT.
GO AHEAD
AND BITE IT,
BET YOU'LL BE
DELIGHTED.
YOU ALL WENT
AND DID IT,
NOW YOU'RE GONNA
GIT IT.
FOBIDDEN FRUIT!
Writers Oscar Brown Jr.

Genres Standard, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Folk, Americana, Food

Recorded 1965

Lyrics spoken:
IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN
I ONCE READ,
DURIN' THAT SHORT SPELL
I SPENT IN SCHOOL,
WHERE EVERY SLAVE SET FREE
WAS SUPPOSED TO GET,
FOR SLAVING,
FORTY ACRES AND A MULE.

NOW AIN'T NO TELLING
HOW MUCH WORK WAS DONE
BY MY ANCESTORS
UNDER SLAVER'S RULE,
BUT SURE AS HELL
THE TOTAL'S GOT TO RUN
AT LEAST,
TO FORTY ACRES AND A MULE.

NOW I'M NOT SAYING THIS
TO SEE FOLKS SWEAT,
BECAUSE I'M NOT BITTER,
NEITHER AM I CRUEL,
BUT AIN'T NOBODY PAID
FOR SLAVERY YET
ABOUT MY FORTY ACRES
AND A MULE...

WE HAD A PROMISE
THAT WAS TAKEN BACK,
AND WHEN WE HOLLERED
IT WAS, HUSH, BE COOL!
WELL ME,
I'M BEIN' ROWDY,
HOT AN' BLACK:
I WANT MY FORTY ACRES
AND MY MULE!

DON'T TELL ME
NOT TO GET MYSELF UPSET,
DON'T LOOK AT ME
LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF GHOUL,
JUST ANSWER QUIETLY,
WHEN DO I GET
MY GODDAMN FORTY ACRES
AND MY MULE?

NO THANKS,
I'LL TAKE MY OWN SELF
OUT TO LUNCH.
NO THANKS,
I'LL DIG ME
MY OWN SWIMMING POOL,
AND LAY
AN' PLAY AROUND
WITH MY OWN BUNCH,
IF I GIT FORTY ACRES AND A MULE.

BECAUSE INTEREST GOTTA GO ON
JUST LIKE RENT,
I MAY BE CRAZY,
BUT I AIN'T NO FOOL.
ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF DEBT
AT TEN PERCENT,
PER YEAR,
PER FORTY ACRES,
AN' PER MULE.

NOW ADD THAT UP
AN' OOOOEEEE LOOK-A THERE!
NO WONDER Y'ALL
CALLED GREAT GRANDMA A JEWEL.
JUST PAY ME THAT
AND CALL THE WHOLE THING
SQUARE,
YES LORDY,
FORTY ACRES AND A MULE!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Marriage, Food

Recorded 1970

Lyrics BLESS THIS DAY,
PINNACLE OF LIFE,
HUSBAND JOINED TO WIFE.
THE HEART LEAPS UP
TO BEHOLD
THIS GOLDEN DAY.

TODAY IS FOR AMY,
AMY, I GIVE YOU
THE REST OF MY LIFE.
TO CHERISH
AND TO KEEP YOU,
TO HONOR YOU
FOREVER,
TODAY IS FOR AMY,
MY HAPPILY
SOON-TO-BE WIFE.

PARDON ME,
IS EV'RYBODY THERE?
BECAUSE
IF EV'RYBODY'S THERE,
I WANT TO THANK YOU ALL
FOR COMING TO THE WEDDING.
I'D APPRECIATE YOUR GOING
EVEN MORE,
I MEAN,
YOU MUST HAVE LOTS
OF BETTER THINGS TO DO
AND NOT A WORD OF IT
TO PAUL.
REMEMBER PAUL?
YOU KNOW,
THE MAN
I'M GONNA MARRY,
BUT I'M NOT
BECAUSE I WOULDN'T
RUIN ANYONE AS WONDERFUL
AS HE IS
BUT I THANK YOU ALL
FOR THE GIFTS A
AND THE FLOWERS.
THANK YOU ALL,
NOW IT'S BACK
TO THE SHOWERS.
DON'T TELL PAUL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED TODAY.

BLESS THIS DAY,
TRAGEDY OF LIFE,
HUSBAND YOKED TO WIFE.
THE HEART SINKS DOWN
AND FEELS DEAD
THIS DREADFUL DAY.

LISTEN EV'RYBODY,
LOOK,
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE WAITING FOR.
A WEDDING?
WHAT'S A WEDDING?
IT'S A PREHISTORIC RITUAL
WHERE EV'RYBODY PROMISES
FIDELITY FOREVER
WHICH IS MAYBE
THE MOST HORRIFYING WORD
I EVER HEARD,
AND WHICH IS FOLLOWED
BY A HONEYMOON
WHERE SUDDENLY
HE'LL REALIZE
HE'S SADDLED
WITH A NUT
AND WANNA KILL ME
WHICH HE SHOULD,
SO LISTEN,
THANKS A BUNCH,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED,
GO HAVE LUNCH
'CAUSE I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED,
YOU'VE BEEN GRAND,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED,
DON'T JUST STAND THERE,
I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED,
AND DON'T TELL PAUL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED TODAY!

GO!
CAN'T YOU GO?
WHY IS NOBODY LISTENING?
GOOD BYE!
GO AND CRY
AT ANOTHER PERSON'S WAKE.
IF YOU'RE QUICK,
FOR A KICK,
YOU COULD PICK UP
A CHRISTENING,
BUT PLEASE,
ON MY KNEES,
THERE'S A HUMAN LIFE
AT STAKE.

LISTEN, EV'RYBODY,
I'M AFRAID
YOU DIDN'T HEAR,
OR DO YOU WANT TO SEE
A CRAZY LADY
FALL APART
IN FRONT OF YOU?
IT ISN'T ONLY PAUL
WHO WILL BE
RUINING HIS LIFE,
YOU KNOW,
WE'LL BOTH OF US
BE LOSING OUR IDENTITIES.
I TELEPHONED MY ANALYST
ABOUT IT
AND HE SAID
TO SEE HIM MONDAY,
BUT BY MONDAY
I'LL BE FLOATING
IN THE HUDSON
WITH THE OTHER GARBAGE.
I'M NOT WELL,
SO I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED.
YOU'VE BEEN SWELL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED.
CLEAR THE HALL
'CAUSE I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED.
THANK YOU ALL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED,
AND DON'T TELL PAUL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED TODAY.

BLESS THIS BRIDE,
TOTALLY INSANE,
SLIPPING DOWN THE DRAIN,
AND BLESS THIS DAY
IN OUR HEARTS,
AS IT STARTS TO RAIN.

GO!
CAN'T YOU GO?
LOOK,
YOU KNOW
I ADORE YOU ALL,
BUT WHY WATCH ME DIE
LIKE ELIZA ON THE ICE?
LOOK,
PERHAPS I'LL COLLAPSE
IN THE APSE
RIGHT BEFORE YOU ALL,
SO TAKE BACK THE CAKE,
BURN THE SHOES
AND BOIL THE RICE.

LOOK,
I DIDN'T WANT
TO HAVE TO TELL YOU,
BUT I MAY BE COMING DOWN
WITH HEPATITIS
AND I THINK
I'M GONNA FAINT,
SO IF YOU WANNA
SEE ME FAINT,
I'LL DO IT HAPPILY,
BUT WOULDN'T IT
BE FUNNIER
TO GO
AND WATCH A FUNERAL?
SO THANK YOU
FOR THE TWENTY SEVEN
DINNER PLATES
AND THIRTY SEVEN
BUTTER KNIVES
AND FORTY SEVEN
PAPER WEIGHTS
AND FIFTY SEVEN
CANDLE HOLDERS...
I AM NOT
GETTING MARRIED...
SOFTLY SAID:
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED...
WITH THIS RING
STILL I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED...
I THEE WED.
SEE,
I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED.
LET US PRAY,
AND WE'RE NOTWE ARE
GETTING MARRIED TODAY!
Alt. Title God Bless' the Child

Writers Arthur Herzog Jr., Billie Holiday

Genres Standard, Classic Rock, Ballad, Family, Food

Recorded 1972

Lyrics THEM THAT'S GOT SHALL GET,
THEM THAT'S NOT SHALL LOSE,
SO THE BIBLE SAID
AND IT STILL IS NEWS
MAMA MAY HAVE,
PAPA MAY HAVE,
BUT GOD BLESS THE CHILD
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN.
YES, THE STRONG GETS MORE
WHILE THE WEAK ONES FADE,
EMPTY POCKETS
DON'T EVER MAKE THE GRADE
MAMA MAY HAVE,
PAPA MAY HAVE,
BUT GOD BLESS THE CHILD
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN.

MONEY,
YOU'VE GOT LOTS OF FRIENDS
CROWDING ROUND THE DOOR.
WHEN YOU'RE GONE,
AND THE SPENDING ENDS,
THEY DON'T COME NO MORE.

RICH RELATIONS GIVE
A CRUST OF BREAD AND SUCH,
YOU CAN HELP YOURSELF
BUT DON'T TAKE TOO MUCH
MAMA MAY HAVE,
PAPA MAY HAVE,
BUT GOD BLESS THE CHILD
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN.

MAMA MAY HAVE,
PAPA MAY HAVE,
BUT GOD BLESS THE CHILD
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
HE JUST WORRY 'BOUT NOTHIN'
'CAUSE HE'S GOT HIS OWN.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Food

Recorded 1991

Lyrics I'LL BET
YOUR FRIENDS ARE ALL CELEBRITIES.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
YOU CAN
MAKE A POT ROAST.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
FIRST YOU BROWN AN ONION.
IS YOUR PICTURE
UP AT SARDI'S?
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
YOU CAN CLEAN AN OVEN.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
FIRST YOU GET
THE E-Z OFF!

AH,
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER
ON SOMEBODY ELSE'S
ESTATE.
AH,
THE MEAT IS ALWAYS LEANER
ON SOMEBODY ELSE'S
DINNER PLATE.

BUT YOU CAN SEW
A BUTTON ON.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
BET YOU GO TO DISCOS.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
FIRST YOU TAKE
A VALIUM!
I CAN SEE YOU
PLANNING PICNICS.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
EATING
AT THE WHITE HOUSE!
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
FIRST THEY PASS
THE JELLY BEANS.

AH,
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER
ON SOMEBODY ELSE'S
FRONT LAWN.
AH,
SOMEBODY ELSE'S WIENER
ALWAYS HAS
A LOT MORE RELISH ON.

YOU SAVED THE WHALES
IN NEW FOUNDLAND.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
YOU CAN RUN A HOUSEHOLD.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
FIRST YOU HAVE
A BREAKDOWN.
YOU'RE ALWAYS
IN THE MAGAZINES.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
YOU CAN HOLD A HUSBAND.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
THERE'S MORE TO LIFE
THAN HUSBANDS.
I COULD USE A HUSBAND
YOU CAN HAVE MY HUSBAND.
I'VE ALREADY HAD YOUR HUSBAND!

AH,
IT MAKES YOU KIND OF TEARY.
AH,
THINK ABOUT IT,
DEARIE.
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER
IN SOMEONE ELSE'S YARD.
IT'S HARD!

I'LL BET YOU ALWAYS RIDE
IN LIMOUSINES.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
YOU'VE GOT TIME
FOR LUNCHEONS.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
FIRST YOU SELL
THE TUPPERWARE.
THE PUBLIC
WANTS YOUR AUTOGRAPH.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
YOU RAISED
A TEENAGED DAUGHTER.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
FIRST YOU FIND
HER DIAPHRAGM.

AH,
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER
WHERE SOME OTHER TENANT
PAYS RENT.
AH,
THE TEETH ARE ALWAYS CLEANER
IN SOMEBODY ELSE'S
POLIDENT.

DO YOU KNOW
WHO YOUR NEIGHBORS ARE?
THAT'S WONDERfUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
YOU KNOW RONA BARRETT.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
FIRST YOU KEEP
YOUR MOUTH SHUT.
I BET YOU SQUEEZE
THE CHARMIN.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
YOU CAN MAKE HEADLINES.
THAT'S WONDERFUL!
WHAT'S SO WONDERFUL?
I'D RATHER HAVE
A POT ROAST.
SO GO BROWN AN ONION.
AND HAVE SOME PEACE
AND QUIET.
YOU'VE ALREADY HAD MY HUSBAND!

AH,
EVERYONE'S A VICTIM
OF THIS DUCKY
LITTLE DICTUM:
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER
IN SOMEBODY ELSE'S YARD.
IT'S HARD!
Writers Oscar Brown Jr.

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Food

Recorded 1961

Lyrics male vocal:
HAZEL'S HIPS ARE A CONCERT
OF CONTOURS AND CURVES,
AS SHE SLIPS TO AND FRO
'ROUND THE TABLES
SHE SERVES
I BUY SIX MEALS
A DAY
IN MY FAVORITE CAFE,
'CAUSE I SEE HAZEL
THAT WAY.
HAZEL'S EYES ARE DIVINE
AND HER HAIR IS SO FINE,
YEAH!
BUT HER HIPS
BRING THE TIPS!

HAZEL DIPS ME MY SOUP,
SERVES ME MY CUP OF TEA,
MY HEART FLIPS
WHEN I SEE
HAZEL SMILIN' AT ME
SO I SAY,
HONEYBUNCH,
CAN'T I HAVE YOU
FOR LUNCH?
BUT HAZEL JUST GIVES ME
A HUNCH.
HAZEL'S LEGS
ARE A TOAST
AND HER WAIST
IS THE MOST,
BUT HER HIPS
BRING THE TIPS!

HAZEL'S HIPS
HAVE A RHYTHM
SO GENTLY CONTROLLED,
THAT HER TRIPS
TO THE KITCHEN
ARE A JOY TO BEHOLD
LOVE TO JUST SIT
AND GAZE
AT THE WAY
HAZEL SWAYS,
WHEN SHE'S CARRYIN' TRAYS.
HAZEL'S EYES ARE DIVINE
AND HER HAIR IS SO FINE,
BUT HER HIPS,
YEAH,
HER HIPS!

female vocal:
DON'T YOU HAND ME
NO LINE
'BOUT YOU THINK
I'M SO FINE,
HERE'S A TIP,
HAZEL'S HIP!
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Rudy Toombs

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues, Food

Recorded 1956

Lyrics MY LITTLE GIRL
IS A COUNTRY GIRL,
MY LITTLE GIRL
IS A COUNTRY GIRL.
MEANS MORE TO ME
THAN ANYTHING
IN THE WORLD.

SHE FIXES MY BREAKFAST,
LUNCH AND DINNER;
FIXES THEM RIGHT
ON TIME,
SHE FIXES MY BREAKFAST,
LUNCH AND DINNER;
FIXES THEM RIGHT
ON TIME.
GLAD TO BE BACK HOME
WITH THAT LITTLE GIRL
OF MINE.

THAT'S WHY I'M GLAD,
GLAD,
GLAD TO BE
AT HOME AT LAST,
THAT'S WHY I'M GLAD,
GLAD,
GLAD TO BE
AT HOME AT LAST.
SINCE I SAW MY BABY,
YES,
A MILLION DAYS
HAVE PAST.

WELL,
I ROLLED IN THE STATION
AROUND 6:45,
YES,
I ROLLED IN THE STATION
AROUND 6:45.
SHOULD HAVE SEEN
MY BABY'S FACE
TO SEE MY TRAIN ARRIVE.

IT MADE ME FEEL SO GOOD
TO WALK IN THE DOOR,
IT MADE ME FEEL SO GOOD
TO WALK IN THE DOOR.
TO FIND EV'RYTHING
THE SAME,
EVEN MY PALLET
ON THE FLOOR.

I SAID,
HI, BABY,
I WON'T WORRY YOU
NO MORE,
I SAID,
HI, BABY,
I WON'T WORRY YOU
NO MORE.
I'M BACK
WHERE I BELONG;
I AIN'T GOING
OUT THAT DOOR.
Writers Henry Bernard, Sydney Nathan

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Blues, Food

Recorded 1950

Lyrics EVERYBODY'S TALKING
ABOUT CHICKEN AND RICE,
ALL OF THOSE THINGS
ARE MIGHTY NICE.
GATHER AROUND,
ALL YOU GIRLS,
AND LISTEN TO ME,
I WANT TO TELL YOU
ABOUT MY BABY'S RECIPE
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL.

THERE'S A GAL
NAMED MISS FANNIE BROWN,
SHE COOKS THE BEST GUMBO
IN TOWN.
ALL OF YOU CHICKS
CAN REALLY COOK,
WHAT FANNIE BROWN WHIPS UP,
YOU DON'T LEARN IN A BOOK
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL.

NINETY-NINE TIMES
I'VE TRIED TO EAT
ALL THOSE FINE,
FANCY CUTS OF MEAT.
JUST CAN'T EAT A SINGLE BITE,
I JUST DON'T HAVE THE APPETITE
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL.

WELL, SHE PROMISED ME
SHE WOULDN'T GIVE NO ONE
HER PUDDING BUT ME,
YES, SHE PROMISED ME
SHE WOULDN'T GIVE NO ONE
HER PUDDING BUT ME
BUT I DON'T BELIEVE HER,
I'LL JUST HAVE TO
WAIT AND SEE.

GOTTA WATCH MY MY BABY
BOTH NIGHT AND DAY
SO SHE WON'T
GIVE MY PUDDING AWAY.
MY BABY'S PUDDING
IS ALL SHE OWNS,
SO THERE AIN'T NO MEAT
FOR HENRY JONES.
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL.

I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL!
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