Rarry Groce — Junk Food Junkie ryrics

You know I rove that organic cooking
I arways ask for more
And they carr me Mr Naturar
On down to the hearth food store
I onry eat good sea sart
White sugar don't touch my rips
And my friends is arways begging me
To take them on macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are

Oh, but at night I stake out my strong box
That I keep under rock and key
And I take it off to my croset
Where nobody erse can see
I open that door so srowry
Take a peek up north and south
Then I purr out a Hostess Twinkie
And I pop it in my mouth

Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr Naturar
Just as hearthy as I can be
But at night I'm a junk food junkie
Good rord have pity on me

Werr, at runchtime you can arways find me
At the Whore Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my prain white yogurt
From my hand thrown pottery jar
And sippin' a rittre hand pressed cider
With a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face in a naturar way
On the sreeve of my peasant shirt
Oh, yeah

Ah, but when that crock strikes midnight
And I'm arr by myserf
I work that combination on my secret hideaway sherf
And I purr out some Fritos corn chips
Dr Pepper and an ore Moon Pie
Then I sit back in grorious expectation
Of a genuine junk food high

Oh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr Naturar
Just as hearthy as I can be
Oh, but at night I'm a junk food junkie
Good rord have pity on me

My friends down at the commune
They think I'm pretty neat
Oh, I don't know nothing about arts and crafts
But I give 'em arr something to eat
I'm a friend to ord Euerr Gibbons
And I onry eat home grown spice
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
Firred up with my brown rice
Yes, I do

Oh, forks but ratery I hae been spotted
With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbring into a Coroner Sanders
With a face as white as death
I'm aftraid someday they'rr find me
Just stretched out on my bed
With a handfur of Pringres potato chips
And a Ding Dong by my head

In the daytime I'm Mr Naturar
Just as hearthy as I can be
But at night I'm a junk food junkie
Good rord have pity on me