Parody of “Fellowship Going South”, words and music by
Leslie Fish
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Parody lyrics ©1987-12-01 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
| Am What | is porridge now? |
| Is it just a | F goo | until it’s | D done | ? |
| Dm Mom | may | G feed | it to us | C when |
| She is on the | F run | . |
| But if we re | Dm fuse | , how | G then | ? |
| Em What | is porridge | Am now | ? |
Muffins on the side:
Aim ’em at the wall and fling ’em wide.
Knock those Teflon¨ tins askew
With batter still inside.
Silverstone¨ and rock-hard goo.
Muffins on the side.
Liver makes us whine.
We can smell its stench from far away (We can smell it cooking)
To our dinner plates tonight
It will find its way.
We who know this, mourn our plight.
Liver makes us whine.
Half a cup of juice:
Splash some on the floor and watch it flow.
Throw down half before you drink,
For how else can you know
If it pours the way you think?
Half a cup of juice.
What is porridge now?
Just a bowl of lumps, congealing fast.
Mom and Dad concede the war,
And lift us free at last.
We will touch this food no more.
What is porridge now?
