| Spent three days stranded on this lonely stand | ||||||||
| of rock and sand at sea | ||||||||
| My sunburned skin is peeling painful | ||||||||
| But that's not what's eating me | ||||||||
| Oh, I've seen fruit and I've seen grain | ||||||||
| I remember gravy boats and sausage chains | ||||||||
| I've seen burdened banquet tables bending with the strain | ||||||||
| And I always thought that I'd see food again | ||||||||
| My beaten ship was stormy tossed | ||||||||
| And sunk beneath the waves | ||||||||
| Though everything aboard was lost | ||||||||
| Alone my life was saved | ||||||||
| Oh I miss fruit and I miss grain | ||||||||
| I miss those yummy gravy boats and sausage chains | ||||||||
| I'd even eat my vegetables and never once complain | ||||||||
| If I only got to see food again | ||||||||
Is it escargo or sushi? I don't know I just know it's sea food again Gritty, sandy sea food again |
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Sea Food Again
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