Larry Groce - Junk Food Junkie Chords
[C]You know I love that organic cooking, I [F]always ask for [C]more. And they call me Mr. [A]Natural, on [D]down to the health food [G]store. I [C]only eat good sea salt, white [F]sugar don’t touch my [C]lips. [C]And my friends is always [A]begging me to take them [D]on, Macro[G]biotic [C]trips. Yes, they [Am]are.
[Am]Oh, but at night I take out my strongbox, that I keep under [Dm]lock and [Am]key. And I [D]take it off to my closet, where nobody else can [G]see. [Am]I open that door so slowly, take a peek up [Dm]north and [Am]south. Then I [C]pull out a Hostess [A]Twinkie, and I [D]pop it [G]in my [C]mouth.
Yeah, in the [F]daytime I’m Mr. [C]Natural, just as [G]healthy as I can [C]be. [C]But at night I’m a junk food [Am]junkie, good [E]Lord have pity on [Am]me.
[C]Well, at lunchtime you can always find me, at the [F]Whole Earth Vitamin [C]Bar. Just sucking on my plain white [A]yogurt, from my [D]hand thrown pottery [G]jar. And [C]sippin’ a little hand pressed cider, with a [F]carrot stick for [C]dessert. [C]And wiping my face in a [A]natural way, on the [D]sleeve of my [G]peasant [C]shirt. Oh [Am]yeah!
[Am]Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight and I’m all [Dm]by my[Am]self. [Am]I work that combination, on my [D]secret hideaway [G]shelf. And I [Am]pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and an ol’ [Dm]Moon [Am]Pie. Then I [C]sit back in glorious [A]expectation, of a [D]genuine [G]junk food [C]high. Yeah, in the [F]daytime I’m Mr. [C]Natural, just as [G]healthy as I can [C]be.
[C]But at night I’m a junk food [Am]junkie, good [E]Lord have pity on [Am]me. [C]My friends down at the commune, they [F]think I’m pretty [C]neat.
[C]Oh, I don’t know nothing about [A]arts and crafts, but I [D]give ’em all something to [G]eat. I’m a [C]friend to old Euell Gibbons, and I [F]only eat homegrown [C]spice. [C]I got a John Keats autographed [A]Grecian urn, filled [D]up with my [G]brown [C]rice. Yes, I [Am]do.
[Am]Oh, but folks, lately I have been spotted, with a Big Mac [Dm]on my [Am]breath. [D]Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders, with a [G]face as white as death. [Am]I’m afraid someday they’ll find me, just stretched out [Dm]on my [Am]bed. With a [C]handful of Pringles [A]Potato Chips, and a [D]Ding Dong [G]by my [C]head.
Yeah, in the [F]daytime I’m Mr. [C]Natural, just as [G]healthy as I can [C]be. [C]But at night I’m a junk food [Am]junkie, good [E]Lord have pity on [Am]me.