GREAT, GREEN GOBS OF GREASY, GRIMY GOPHER GUTS (Tom Glazer)
Traditional

There appear to be a number of versions of this song.
This one is from a record album called "On Top Of Spaghetti And Other Songs That Tickle Your Funnybone" (LP number 267) printed by Golden Records with words and music by Tom Glazer and performed by the Golden Orchestra and Chorus, Arranged and Conducted by Vic Flick.

Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, itty bitty birdy feet
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
And me without a spoon

Some people eat hamburger meat,
while others like potatoes
And some must chew their irish stew
along with ripe tomatoes
I can't understand why in every land
they serve such peculiar dishes
For wherever I go they always say no
when I tell them what my wish is...

I scream for...
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, itty bitty birdy feet
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
And me without a spoon

I can pay my way in a French cafe
which is big and quite expensive
Where the diners dine and the wine is fine
but I'm always apprehensive
When the menu comes I twiddle my thumbs
at the list of fancy dishes
Caviar and steak, champagne and cake
is never what my wish is...

I beg for...
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, itty bitty birdy feet
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
And me without a spoon

In the light to come, I intend to hum
this hymn to old St. Peter
I won't need much when my horrified?? touch
and become a heavenly eater
I won't ask for money or milk or honey
and my voice will never falter
While the trumpets blare on the golden stair
as I stand at the shining altar...

I'll yell for...
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, itty bitty birdy feet
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
And me without a spoon
I FINALLY FOUND OUT THE LYRICS:
CHO: Great, green gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts,
     Mutilated monkey meat, itty bitty birdie feet.
     Great, green gobs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts,
     And me without a spoon.


Some people eat hamburger meat while others like potatoes,
And some must chew their Irish stew along with ripe tomatoes.
I can't understand why in ev'ry land, they serve such peculiar dishes.
For wherever I go, they always say "No!" when I tell them what my wish is.
I scream for ... (Chorus)

I can pay my way in a French café which is big and quite expensive,
Where the diners dine and the wine is fine, but I'm always apprehensive.
When the menu comes, I twiddle my thumbs at the list of fancy dishes:
Caviar and steaks, champagne and cake, is never what my wish is.
I beg for ... (Chorus)

In the life to come, I intend to hum this hymn to old Saint Peter:
I won't need much, when my harp I touch, and become a heavenly eater.
I won't ask for money or milk and honey, and my voice will never falter
While the trumpets blare on the Golden Stair as I stand at the Shining Altar.
I yell for ... (Chorus)

(Tag:) And me without a spoon! Yuck!
copyright Tom Glazer