The Diet

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The Diet

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Let me tell you something If you want to make out On Saturday Night You gotta wear them tight britches And if you're gonna wear Them tight britches You gotta be slim You can't be no lard Ass Breakfast black coffee 1 piece of dry toast No butter no jelly no ham Lunch 2 celery sticks No potatoes no ham Dinner 1 chicken wing Broiled not fried No gravy no biscuits no pie And this dieting Dieting Dieting Dieting Sure is A rough way to die So pass me A carrot Stick Peal me A fruit A glass of skim milk and that's all Turn off the TV For that Big Mack commercial Is Driving me right up the wall And I'm thinking of French fries Sausage and waffles Spaghetti and cookies and cake And each night I'm dreaming Of Chocolate ice cream And then I'm starving to death When I was wake All for your sake At work I'm knowwn as The King of Rice Crisp I get mad but I'm too weak to fight Watching the boys eat Them big Bologna Sandwiches I'd sell my soul for A bite The Moon is A big piece Of sweet Watermelon The Sun is A big ole fried egg And keep that dog out Of the Kitchen or I swear I'll bite off A piece of his leg You're fixing the kids All Them creamed Mashed potatoes But it's boullion and water for me And you got A lock On the refrigerator Lord knows where you're Hiding the key While I'm starving for food Late at night , I'm starving For Loving from you But you say when I Can see my own Dick You'll be glad to look at it too Supper 2 Pieces of Cauliflower Raw A Beefsteak the size of A nail ! Slice of Tomato A dab of slaw I swear I ate better in jail Stop eating that pizza Right under my nose Girl it's the least you could do And put down that candy bar While I'm singing I'm starving my ass off for you So pass me A carrot Stick Peal me A fruit A glass of skim milk and that's all Turn off the TV for that Big Mack commercial is Driving me right up the wall And I'm thinking of French fries Sausage and Spaghetti and cookies and cake And each night I'm dreaming of Chocolate ice cream Then I'm starving to death When I wake, All for your love

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  • Shel Silverstein