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Been out two months, and the food's running short,
Dreaming of raspberry chocolate torte,
While I'm eating lentils and alfalfa sprouts;
They say it's good for me, but I've got my doubts.
Oh, I want....
Ice cream, French fries,
Ice cream, French fries,
Sweet and frozen, crispy golden;
Ice cream, French fries,
Ice cream, French fries.
I've got potato flakes, and canned mixed vegetables,
Things I barely consider edible;
Been opening up those mystery cans,
Floating in the bilge since the dawn of man.
Oh, give me....
A Caesar salad and a T-bone steak,
Crunchy chilled, perfectly grilled,
Caesar salad and a T-bone steak.
I stopped sifting the flour, if you know what I mean,
'Cause I figured we could use a little extra protein;
We drank the last tot of rum the other day,
But we're out of Tang to mix it with anyway.
I'd kill for....
Beer, cold beer, cold beer, cold beer,
Frosty foamy, welcome homey,
Beer, cold beer, cold beer, cold beer.
Oh, give me something delicious,
I don't care whether it's nutritious;
At this stage I'll lick the dishes,
But if I've got a choice, then what I wish is....
A Caesar salad and a T-bone steak,
Crunchy chilled, perfectly grilled,
Caesar salad and a T-bone steak.
Recorded by Eileen Quinn (No Significant Features, trk#3, 1997, self-produced).
