Lyrics

Hello everyone, it's time for poetry
I submit to you the following it's entitled:
"I Eat with Gusto, Damn! You Bet"
By one Jonathan Richman

When I eat like I do it,
I use not fork nor spoon
No grace or culture to it
When I call my own tune

For I eat with gusto, damn you bet
A regular canine cruncher
Except truth be told I'm sloppier yet
Than many a dog food muncher
I eat a pound I eat a ton
And no there ain't much I cuts up
And while I'm having merry fun
Bystanders puke their guts up

The FBI sent someone by
Who handles health affairs
I had not finished my cream pie
When he chanced up the stairs
Why did he turn the other way?
Why did he leave so quick?
Will he come back another day?
Did something make him sick?

I eat with gusto damn you bet
A regular doggie diner
"No don't bring me napkins waiter sir,
Just bring some trash can liner"

Whilst wandering by a juice bar
I spied a tempting beverage
Since I would have been last in line
I used my fearsome leverage
For in my pocket was some food
Which I took from the wrapper
The patrons watched it being chewed
And of course headed for the crapper

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
For gusto I'm the boss
For yay my nose it is in the salad
And lo my chin it is in the sauce
I eat with gusto damn you bet
We're sailing around the cape
"Keel-haul him," said the Bosun
"There must be no escape"

One sunny day in Paris an elegant cafe
A phone call there a phone call here
And the gendarmes took me away

I said "qu'est-ce qui se passe ici"
I said " mais qu'est-ce que c'est"
They said "Such eating it is criminal
And crime it does not pay"

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
My banner yay unfurled
My shirt is covered with mustard
And my hair with ketchup curled

Goodbye to Egypt, Greece and Rome
The ancient world goodbye
May squalor be my summer home
And filth be my neck tie

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
Uh, And Uh, I eat with gusto damn you bet
My country tis of thee
I eat for social progress
I eat for victory

Somebody died who watched me eat
In a restaurant one spell
He woke up and saw me eating beans
And knew that he'd gone to hell

For Uh, "He eats with gusto damn we bet"
They're calling from the south
They want to stop my gusto
They want to close my mouth
"You eat with gusto, yeah that's great
Now let us off this bus"
Wait a minute I haven't finished eating up stuff yet
"We'll call you, don't call us"

Lyrics

I submit for you called
"I Eat with Gusto, Damn! You Bet"
By one Jonathan Richman

When I eat like I do it,
I use not fork nor spoon
No grace nor culture to it
When I call my own tune

For I eat with gusto, damn you bet
A regular doggie diner
Don't bring be napkins waiter sir
Just bring some trash can liner

Whilst wandering by a juice bar
I spied a tempting beverage
Since I would have been the last in line
I used my fearsome leverage
For in my pocket was some food
Which I took from the wrapper
The other customers saw it being chewed
And did the sensible thing of course headed for the crapper

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
My country tis of thee
I eat stuff up for social progress
I eat for victory

One sunny day in Paris an elegant cafe
A phone call there a phone call here
And the gendarmes took me away

I said (I got out the phrasebook)
I said "qu'est-ce qui se passe ici"
I said "mais qu'est-ce que c'est"
They said "Such eating it is criminal
And crime it does not pay"

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
For gusto I'm the boss
For verily I speak unto yee my nose it is in the salad
And lo my chin be in the sauce

(I got more verses, I got a million verses, I've forgotten, you want one more?)

I eat with gusto damn you bet
And it's bring back vaud-a-ville
The open mouth bit slays em
They love me in riekill[???]

I eat with gusto damn you bet
My tale meanders on
It's best heard at a distance
It's best seen while you're gone

Let me see, oh yeah

The FBI sent someone by
Who handles health affairs
I hadn't finished my cream pie
When he walked up the stairs
Why did he turn the other way?
Why did he leave so quick?
Will he return another day?
Did something make him sick?

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
A regular canine cruncher
Except truth be told I'm sloppier yet
Than many a dog food muncher
I eat a pound I eat a ton
No there ain't much I cuts up
And while I'm having merry fun
Bystanders puke their guts up

Goodbye to Egypt, Greece and Rome
The ancient world goodbye
May squalor be my summer home
And filth be my neck tie

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
Uh I gotta come up with another one
I eat with gusto damn you bet
My banner yay unfurled
My shirt is covered with ketchup
And my hair with mustard curled

You eat with gusto
That's just great
Now let us off this bus
Wait, I haven't finished eating up stuff yet
"We'll call you, don't call us"