Poisoned by Food-The Jazz Butcher

Here it comes again - that same old invitation: Table set for ten - use your imagination! Oysters, lobsters, quails and frogs, sir. Stilton, partridge - loaded cartridge! Oysters, lobsters, have another dog, sir. Garlic, dog-breath - this means slow death. Poisoned by food - You better think it out Poisoned by food - You better work it out Poisoned by food - You better sort it out Poisoned by food - You better spit it out! Here it comes again - that same old funny feeling, Sure to disgust your friends, because there's no concealing: Poisoned by food - You better think it out Poisoned by food - You better sort it out Poisoned by food - You better work it out Poisoned by food - You better spit it out! Born to be fried! Born to be fried! Yeccch! Here it comes again - that same unwholesome feeling. You just stuff yourself, now you've got trouble breathing. Poisoned by food - You better think it out Poisoned by food - You better sort it out Poisoned by food - You better work it out Poisoned by food - You better spit it out! Don't swallow it, just spit it out. Oh, you're not that kind of guy - you just don't want to die. You just like eating, just like eating - it's just like eating. Aw, you better spit it out.