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

    


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