Is it worth the
Waiting for
If we live till
Eighty-four
All we ever get
Is gruel
Every day we
Say a prayer
Will they change
The bill of fare
Still we get
The same old
Gruel
There's not a crust
Not a crumb
Can we find
Can we beg
Can we borrow
Or cadge
But there's nothing
To stop us from
Getting a thrill
When we all close
Our eyes
And imagine
Food glorious food
Hot sausage
And mustard
While we're
In the mood
Cold jelly
And custard
Pease pudding
And saveloys
''What's next ''
Is the question
Rich gentlemen
Have it boys
In-dye-gestion
Food glorious food
We're anxious
To try it
Three banquets
A day
Our favorite diet
Just picture a
Great big steak
Fried roasted
Or stewed
Oh food
(Wonderful) food
(Marvelous) food
Glorious food
Food glorious food
What is there
More handsome
Gulped swallowed
Or chewed still
Worth a
King's Ransom
What is it we
Dream about
What brings on
A sigh
Piled peaches
And cream
About six feet
High
Food glorious food
Eat right through
The menu
Just loosen your
Belt two inches
And then you
Work up a new
Appetite in this
Interlude
Then food
(Once again) food
(Fabulous) food
Glorious food
Food glorious food
Don't care what
It looks like
Burned
Crude don't care
What the cook's like
Just thinking of
Growing fat
Our senses
Go reeling
One moment of
Knowing that
Full-up feeling
Food glorious food
What wouldn't we
Give for
That extra bit more
That's all that
We live for
Why should we
Be fated to do
Nothing but brood
On food
(Magical) food
(Wonderful) food
(Marvelous) food
(Fabulous) food
(Beautiful) food
Glorious food