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Soup Song
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Robert Wyatt
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There's a mushroom on my eyelid, There's a carrot down my back, I can see in the distance a vast quantity of beans. To you I'm just a flavour to make your soup taste nice. Oh my God! Here come the onions and, I don't believe it, at least a pound of rice. There was a time when bacon sandwiches were everyone's favourite snack. I'm delicious when I'm crunchy, even when I'm almost black. So why you make a soup with me, I just can't understand. It seems so bloody tasteless, not to mention underhand Now there's no hope of getting out of here, I can feel I'm going soft. Dirty waters soak my fibres, the whole saucepan's getting hot So I may as well resign myself, make friends with a few peas, but I just, I can't help hoping that a tummy ache will bring you to your knees. Bring you to your knees....
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