Gee, Dr Bill, just cuz it gets vile ... OK, I'll finish it:
My Bonnie has tuberculosis
My Bonnie has one rotten lung
My Bonnie spits blood in a bucket
And dries it and chews it for gum, yum! yum!
Come up, come up, oh
Come up my supper,
Come up, come up
Come up, come up, oh
Come up my supper,
Come up.
Mason, Jason, get the basin!
Oops! Slop! Get the mop!
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Courtesy of MAD Magazine:
(to the tune of Hello, Dolly)
Hello, Deli
This is Joe, Deli
Would you please send up
Some nice corned beef on rye?
A box of Ritz, Deli
And some Schlitz, Deli
Some chopped liver
And a sliver of your apple pie
Turkey legs, Deli
Hard boiled eggs, Deli
Some tomatoes and potatoes you french fry
Oooohhhh
Please don't be late, Deli,
'Cuz I can't wait, Deli,
Deli, without breakfast I will die!
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(to the tune of Petula Clark's "Downtown")
When you eat meat
but hate the meat you are eating
Then you've surely got
Ground round
It's so unnerving
when they're constantly serving
In an eating spot
Ground round
They may call it chopped steak,
Salisbury or beef patty
No matter what it's called
It's always overcooked and fatty
What can you do?
Sound off to your waiter there
Loudly pound on the table,
Stand up on the chair,
And shout,
Ground Round,
Piled on my plate I see
Ground Round,
Always you're conning me
Ground Round,
Why must it always be
Ground round, ground round....
