The Sleepy Giant

Lyrics
[Verse] My age is three hundred and seventy-two I think with the deepest regret How I used to pick up and voraciously chew The dear little boys that I met I've eaten them raw in their holiday suits Eaten them curried with rice I've eaten them baked in their jackets and boots And found them exceedingly nice But now that my jaws are too weak for such fare I think it's exceedingly rude To do such a thing, when I'm quite well aware Little boys do not like being chewed Little boys do not like being chewed And so I contentedly live upon eels And try to do nothing amiss I pass all the time I can spare from my meals In innocent slumber like this Innocent slumber like this More eels, m'lady? Perhaps some bubble and squeak? Or a little toad in the hole? A Lancashire hot pot, perhaps? That would be nice And so I contentedly live upon eels Try to do nothing amiss I pass all the time I can spare from my meals In innocent slumber like this Innocent slumber like this
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Credits
- Writers
- Natalie Merchant