Food, Glorious Food

Is it worth the waiting for? If we live 'til eighty four All we ever get is gruel Every day we say our prayer Will they change the bill of fare? Still we get the same old gruel There's not a crust, not a crumb can we find Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill When we all close our eyes and imagine Food, glorious food Hot sausage and mustard While we're in the mood Cold jelly and custard Peas, pudding and saveloys What next is the question? Rich gentlemen have it, boys Indigestion Food, glorious food We're anxious to try it Three banquets a day Our favorite diet Just picture a great big steak Fried, roasted or stewed Oh, food Wonderful food Marvellous food Glorious food Food, glorious food What is there more handsome? Gulped, swallowed or chewed Still worth a king's ransom What is it we dream about? What brings on a sigh? Piled pieahes and cream, about Six feet high Food, glorious food Eat right through the menu Just loosen your belt Two inches and then you Work up a new appetite In this interlude The food Once again, food Fabulous food Glorious food Food, glorious food Don't care what it looks like Burned, underdone, crude Don't care what the cook's like Just thinking of growing fat Our senses go reeling One moment of knowing that Full-up feeling Food, glorious food What wouldn't we give for That extra bit more That's all that we live for Why should we be fated to Do nothing but brood On food Magical food wonderful food Marvellous food, fabulous food Beautiful food Glorious food