Hello Everyone, it's time for poetry I submit to you the following it's entitled: "I Eat with Gusto, Damn! You Bet" By one Jonathan Richman.
When I eat like I do it, I use not fork nor spoon No grace or culture to it When I call my own tune.
For I eat with gusto, damn you bet A regular K-9 cruncher Except truth be told I'm sloppier yet Than many a dog food muncher I eat a pound I eat a ton And no there ain't much I cuts up And while I'm having merry fun Bystanders puke their guts up.
The FBI sent someone by Who handles health affairs I had not finished my cream pie When he chanced up the stairs Why did he turn the other way? Why did he leave so quick? Will he come back another day? Did something make him sick?
I eat with gusto damn you bet A regular doggie diner "No don't bring me napkins waiter sir, Just bring some trash can liner."
Whilst wandering by a juice bar I spyed a tempting beverage Since I would have been last in line I used my fearsome leverage For in my pocket was some food Which I took from the wrapper The patrons wathced it being chewed And of course headed for the crapper.
For I eat with gusto damn you bet For gusto I'm the boss For yay my nose it is in the salad And lo my chin it is in the sauce I eat with gusto damn you bet We're sailing around the cape "Keel-haul him," said the Bosun "There must be no escape."
One sunny day in Paris an elegant cafe A phone call there a phone call here And the gendarmes took me away
I said "qu'est-ce qui se passe ici" I said " mais qu'est-ce que c'est" They said "Such eating it is criminal And crime it does not pay."
For I eat with gusto damn you bet. My banner yay unfurled My shirt is covered with mustard And my hair with ketchup curled
Goodby to Egypt, Greece and Rome The ancient world goodbye. May squalor be my summer home And filth be my neck tie.
For I eat with gusto damn you bet. Uh, And Uh, I eat with gusto damn you bet My country tis of thee I eat for social progress I eat for victory
Somebody died who watched me eat In a restaurant one spell He woke up and saw me eating beans And knew that he'd gone to hell
For Uh, "He eats with gusto damn we bet." They're calling from the south They want to stop my gusto They want to close my mouth "You eat with gusto, yeah that's great Now let us off this bus." Wait a minute I haven't finished eating up stuff yet. "We'll call you, don't call us."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
