Song | Soup Song |
Artist | Robert Wyatt |
Album | Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There's a mushroom on my eyelid | |
There's a carrot down my back | |
I can see in the distance | |
A vast quantity of beans | |
To you I'm just a flavour | |
To make your stew taste nice | |
Oh my god, here come the onions | |
And – I don't believe it! – at least a pound of rice | |
There was a time when bacon sandwiches | |
Were everyone's favourite snack | |
I'm delicious when I'm crunchy | |
Even when I'm almost black | |
So why you make a soup with me | |
I just can't understand | |
It seems so bloody tasteless | |
Not to mention underhand | |
Now there's no hope of getting out of here | |
I can feel I'm going soft | |
Dirty waters soak my fibres | |
The whole saucepan's getting hot | |
So I may as well resign myself | |
Make friends with a few peas | |
But I just, I can't help hoping | |
That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
(repeat to fade) |
There' s a mushroom on my eyelid | |
There' s a carrot down my back | |
I can see in the distance | |
A vast quantity of beans | |
To you I' m just a flavour | |
To make your stew taste nice | |
Oh my god, here come the onions | |
And I don' t believe it! at least a pound of rice | |
There was a time when bacon sandwiches | |
Were everyone' s favourite snack | |
I' m delicious when I' m crunchy | |
Even when I' m almost black | |
So why you make a soup with me | |
I just can' t understand | |
It seems so bloody tasteless | |
Not to mention underhand | |
Now there' s no hope of getting out of here | |
I can feel I' m going soft | |
Dirty waters soak my fibres | |
The whole saucepan' s getting hot | |
So I may as well resign myself | |
Make friends with a few peas | |
But I just, I can' t help hoping | |
That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
repeat to fade |
There' s a mushroom on my eyelid | |
There' s a carrot down my back | |
I can see in the distance | |
A vast quantity of beans | |
To you I' m just a flavour | |
To make your stew taste nice | |
Oh my god, here come the onions | |
And I don' t believe it! at least a pound of rice | |
There was a time when bacon sandwiches | |
Were everyone' s favourite snack | |
I' m delicious when I' m crunchy | |
Even when I' m almost black | |
So why you make a soup with me | |
I just can' t understand | |
It seems so bloody tasteless | |
Not to mention underhand | |
Now there' s no hope of getting out of here | |
I can feel I' m going soft | |
Dirty waters soak my fibres | |
The whole saucepan' s getting hot | |
So I may as well resign myself | |
Make friends with a few peas | |
But I just, I can' t help hoping | |
That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
Bring you to your knees | |
repeat to fade |