'Too Many Poets'

Key to authors' pseudonyms

you and me
got a chance
to make tea right
you know the table's set
the meal is done
we got no thyme
the salt is slippin'
through our hands

learn to fry
those chips so gold
it makes you high
learn to fry
don't let the fat
spit in your eye
those chicken wings
have got no future
and we're gonna eat them

you and me
we can't turn back bacon
over alone
we'e got a spatula
and we're gonna flip it

learn to fry
those chips so gold
it makes you high
those chicken wings
and every thing
we've got pert bellies
and we're gonna eat them

oooh learn to fry
learn to fry
if we're not full by ten
nip out and get a pie

those chicken wings
and every thing
we've got pert bellies
and we're gonna eat them ...

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