That's what I had for lunch today
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Little birdies' dirty feet,
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
That's what you are made of.
Mom suddenly began singing that after she and dad had finished eating. I'm more surprised that she managed to recall the lyrics from her childhood and I can't, even though it's probably only been seven years since I've sung that stanza; than I am that she was in the mood and managed to burst out with a yucky song right after dinner.
Mutilated monkey meat,
Little birdies' dirty feet,
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
That's what you are made of.
Mom suddenly began singing that after she and dad had finished eating. I'm more surprised that she managed to recall the lyrics from her childhood and I can't, even though it's probably only been seven years since I've sung that stanza; than I am that she was in the mood and managed to burst out with a yucky song right after dinner.