Great Green Gobs

[Chorus]
Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Itty-bitty birdy feet
Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
And me without a spoon

[Verse 1]
Some people eat hamburger meat
While others like potatoes
And some must chew their Irish stew
Along with ripe tomatoes
I can't understand why in every land
They serve such peculiar dishes
For wherever I go they always say no
When I tell them what my wish is
I scream for...

[Chorus]
Grеat green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkеy meat
Itty-bitty birdy feet
Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
And me without a spoon

[Verse 2]
I can pay my way in a French cafe
Which is big and quite expensive
Where the diners dine and the wine is fine
But I'm always apprehensive
When the menu comes, I twiddle my thumbs
At the list of fancy dishes
Caviar and steak, champagne and cake
Is never what my wish is
I beg for...

[Chorus]
Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Itty-bitty birdy feet
Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
And me without a spoon

[Verse 3]
In the life to come, I intend to hum
This hymn to old Saint Peter
I won't need much with my harp I touch
And become a heavenly eater
I won't ask for money or milk and honey
And my voice will never falter
While the trumpets blare on the golden stair
As I stand at the shining alter
I yell for...

[Chorus]
Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Itty-bitty birdy feet
Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts
And me without a spoon

[Outro]
And me without a spoon...
Yuck!