Lyrics Soup Song - Robert Wyatt

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)