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JUNK FOOD JUNKIE - Larry Groce

           G                G7                 C7             G 
You know I really love that organic cooking, I always ask for more

         G       G/F#   E7         A7                      D
And they call me Mister Natural on down to the health food store

  G             G7              C7                   G 
I only eat good sea salt, white sugar don't touch my lips

    G         G/F#    E7
And friends is always beggin' me to take 'em on

A7     D    G      G/F#     Em
macrobiotic trips, yes they are

          Em                                    Am                  Em
Oh but at night I take out my strong box that I keep under lock and key

                                    F#              B
I take it on off to my closet where nobody else can see

  Em                               A7                E
I open that door so slowly, take a peek up north and south

       G          G/F#    E7             A      D     G
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie, and I pop it in my mouth

(Chorus)

        C                 G                D                G
In the daytime I'm Mister Natural, just as healthy as I can be

       C7                     G           C7                 Em  Em/F#  G
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 suckin' on my plain white yogurt from my hand-thrown pottery jar
Sippin' a little hand-pressed cider with a carrot stick for dessert
And wipin' my face, in a natural way, on the sleeve of my peasant shirt

Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight and I'm all by myself
I work that combination on my secret hideaway shelf
I pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and ol' Moon Pie
then I sit back in glorious expectation of a genuine junk food high

(chorus)

My friends down at the commune they all think I'm pretty neat
Oh, I don't know nothin' 'bout arts and crafts but I give 'em all
  somethin' to eat
I'm a friend to old Eule Gibbons and I only eat home grown spice
Got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn filled up with my brown rice
  yes I do

Oh, but lately I have been spotted with a Big Mac on my breath
stumblin' in to 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

(chorus)