Grow Mrs Goldfarb Grow — текст песни (Sherman Allan)

+Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb, Grow
Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb, fatter, fatter.
Pile the potatoes on your platter.
Listen to me, `cause I`m your hubby.
I just adore you plump and chubby.
I got a letter from the state, Dear.
You`re gonna need a license plate, Dear.
My little elephant joke come true.
Chew, Mrs. Goldfarb, chew!
There is so much more of you,
More to adore of you,
`Cause you`re not slender.
In your white dress, you`re a doll,
Big as the Taj Mahal,
In all its splendor.
When you`re in department stores,
Don`t use revolving doors,
You might get stuck, Dear.
When you use the telephone,
Go in the booth alone,
And lots of luck, Dear.
You had for breakfast: two pounds bacon,
Three dozen eggs, one coffee cake, and
Then you had something really awful,
Four kippered herrings on a waffle.
Nine English muffins, one baked apple,
Boston cream pie, Philadelphia scrapple.
Seventeen bowls of Crispy Crunch.
Then you said, What`s for lunch?
Sweetheart, you are giant size.
You are Lane Bryant size,
My darling Myrtle.
Last Thanksgiving I was thrilled.
You ate so much, you killed
Your living girdle.
Have another dozen shrimp,
My lovely little blimp.
Don`t count a calorie.
I have just received a stub.
I owe the Diner`s Club
A whole year`s salary.
Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, daily, nightly.
Eat, though your chair is bending slightly.
Love of my life, I`m glad I found you,
Each day I take a walk around you.
I can`t forget when we got married.
Over the threshhold I got carried.
No other bride would be so sweet.
Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, Eat!