Allan Sherman
Allan Sherman - Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb songtekst
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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 threshold I got carried No other bride would be so sweet Eat, Mrs Goldfarb, eat