Junk Food Junkie

 

JUNKFOOD JUNKIE

Well you know I love that organic cookin’

I always ask for more

They call me Mr. Natural

On down to the health food store

Yeah, I only eat good sea-salt

White sugar don’t touch my lips

And my friends is always beggin’ me to take ’em

On macro-biotic trips

But at night I take down my strongbox

That I keep under lock and key

And I take it off to the 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 Twinkie

And I pop it into my mouth!

 

Cho: In the daytime I’m Mr. Natural

Just as healthy as I can be

But at night I’m a junkfood junkie

Good Lord have pity on me!

 

Well at lunch time you can find me

At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar

Just suckin’ on my plain white yogurt

From a hand thrown pottery jar

And sippin’ little hand-pressed cider

With a carrot stick for desert

And wipin’ my face in a natural way

On the sleeve of my peasant shirt!

But when that clock strikes midnight

And I’m all by myself

I’m a-workin’ that combination

On my secret hide-away shelf

I take out my Fritos Corn Chips

Doctor Pepper and an Old Moon Pie,

Then I sit back in glorious expectation

Of a genuine junk food high!

(Chorus)

 

My friends down at the commune

They think I’m pretty neat

Well I don’t know nothin’ ’bout arts and crafts

But I give ’em all something to eat

I’m a friend to old Euell Gibbons

And I only eat home grown spice

I got a John Keats autograph Grecian urn

Filled up with my brown rice

But lately I’ve been spotted

With a Big Mac on my breath

Stumblin’ into a Colonel Sanders

With a face as white as death

I’m afraid some day they’ll find me

Just stretched out on my bed

With a handful of Pringle’s Potato Chips

And a Ding-Dong by my head!

Chorus

 

Written by Larry Groce,  © 1975, Peaceable Kingdom

On Peter Alsop – www.peteralsop.com