Art Bergmann - Swamp Food Thing lyrics

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Art Bergmann - Swamp Food Thing lyrics

From Finland To New Orleans You wouldn't believe What I've seen People jump my train They jump my scene And it's all For a plate of beans Food Been looking high Been looking low What gotta know is How low can you go I'm not a picky eater You know what i mean I like to lick My plate clean Psychotic women They abound You wouldn't believe The men that I've found But I'm not a picky eater You know what I mean I like to lick My plate clean I know how hard It can be to find A friend at the end of the day If you can count them On two hands At the end of your life Consider yourself lucky Neurotic, Hispanic, Teutonic food Bubonic, psychotic, Germanic, blah, etc, food