Ooh, Me Loves To Eat
Me not nice, no, no
Me not sweet, uh uh
Me got big ugly hands
Me got big ugly feet
Me know me not good looking
But I’ve got somethin’ cookin’
And, ooh, me loves to eat!
Don’t give me veggies, no, no
No shredded wheat, uh uh
No fruit for this brute
Gimme some red meat
I like something restin’
Inside o’ my intestine
Ooh, me loves to eat!
Don’t give me no dairy
No pickled beet
That ain’t no way
To make a giant’s meal complete
Englishmun or Brooklyn Bum
That’s what me loves to eat!
If you’re ever in my fable
If we happen to meet
You be welcome at my table
But not in a seat
It’s a simple matter
Me throw you on a platter
And commence to eat!
Me put you in the oven
And me turn up the heat
Me bake you and me make you
A meal that can’t be beat
Call me an old sinner
But me gotta have me dinner
‘Cause ooh, me loves to eat!
Be you a man from England
Or from a Brooklyn street
Be you rotten or au gratin
You’ll be such a treat
Plump around the middle
Hot off the griddle
Ooh, me loves to eat!
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
