You know I love that organic cooking
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I always ask for more
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And they call me Mr Natural
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On down to the health food store
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I only eat good sea salt
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White sugar don't touch my lips
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And my friends is always begging me
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To take them on macrobiotic trips
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Yes, they are
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Oh, but at night I stake out my strong box
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That I keep under lock and key
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And I take it off to my closet
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Where nobody else can see
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I open that door so slowly
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Take a peek up north and south
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Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
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And I pop it in my mouth
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Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr Natural
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Just as healthy as I can be
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But at night I'm a junk food junkie
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Good lord have pity on me
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Well, at lunchtime you can always find me
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At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
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Just sucking on my plain white yogurt
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From my hand thrown pottery jar
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And sippin' a little hand pressed cider
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With a carrot stick for dessert
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And wiping my face in a natural way
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On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
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Oh, yeah
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Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
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And I'm all by myself
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I work that combination on my secret hideaway shelf
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And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
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Dr Pepper and an ole Moon Pie
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Then I sit back in glorious expectation
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Of a genuine junk food high
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Oh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr Natural
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Just as healthy as I can be
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Oh, but at night I'm a junk food junkie
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Good lord have pity on me
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My friends down at the commune
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They think I'm pretty neat
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Oh, I don't know nothing about arts and crafts
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But I give 'em all something to eat
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I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons
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And I only eat home grown spice
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I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
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Filled up with my brown rice
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Yes, I do
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Oh, folks but lately I hae been spotted
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With a Big Mac on my breath
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Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
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With a face as white as death
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I'm aftraid someday they'll find me
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Just stretched out on my bed
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With a handful of Pringles potato chips
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And a Ding Dong by my head
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In the daytime I'm Mr Natural
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Just as healthy as I can be
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But at night I'm a junk food junkie
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Good lord have pity on me
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Junk Food Junkie
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Larry Groce |