Misc Unsigned Bands — Larry Groce - Junk Food Junkie Chords
Junk Food Junkie:Larry Groce.
#9 in 1976.
(Capo 4th fret.)
#1.
C F C
You know I love that organic cooking, I always ask for more.
A D G
And they call me Mr. Natural, on down to the health food store.
C F C
I only eat good sea salt, white sugar don't touch my lips.
C A D G C
And my friends is always begging me to take them on, macrobiotic trips.
Am
Yes, they are.
#2.
Am
Oh, but at night I take out my strongbox, that I keep under
Dm Am
lock and key.
D G
And I take it off to my closet, where nobody else can see.
Am Dm Am
I open that door so slowly, take a peek up north and south.
C A D G C
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie, and I pop it in my mouth.
CHORUS:
F C G C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
C Am E Am
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.
#3.
C F C
Well, at lunchtime you can always find me, at the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar.
A D G
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt, from my hand thrown pottery jar.
C F C
And sippin' a little hand pressed cider, with a carrot stick for dessert.
C A D G C
And wiping my face in a natural way, on the sleeve of my peasant shirt.
Am
Oh yeah!
#4.
Am Dm Am
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight and I'm all by myself.
Am D G
I work that combination, on my secret hideaway shelf.
Am Dm Am
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and an ol' Moon Pie.
C A D G C
Then I sit back in glorious expectation, of a genuine junk food high.
CHORUS:
F C G C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
C Am E Am
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.
#5.
C F C
My friends down at the commune, they think I'm pretty neat.
C A
Oh, I don't know nothing about arts and crafts,
D G
but I give 'em all something to eat.
C F C
I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons, and I only eat homegrown spice.
C A D G C
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn, filled up with my brown rice.
Am
Yes, I do.
#6.
Am Dm Am
Oh, but folks, lately I have been spotted, with a Big Mac on my breath.
D G
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders, with a face as white as death.
Am Dm Am
I'm afraid someday they'll find me, just stretched out on my bed.
C A D G C
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips, and a Ding Dong by my head.
CHORUS:
F C G C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
C Am E Am
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.
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