paroles de chanson 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)
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