Peter Combe - Jeffrey Hill lyrics

Jeffrey Hill liked to cook in the kitchen When his mother was asleep in bed But when she awoke and saw what he was doing Her face was filled with dread He had eggs on his legs, milk on the chair Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair Mrs Hill said I know you like cooking But please do it when I'm awake I'd like to be around to help with your creating And avoid some of the mess you make Things like eggs on his legs, milk on the chair Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair Jeffrey cooked a cake for his mother on Mother's Day It was to be a big surprise He tried not to slop things all over the kitchen But it's hard when you're only five He still got eggs on his legs, milk on the chair Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair Eggs on his legs, milk on the chair Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair He got beans on his jeans, goo on his shoe Peas on his knees, jelly on his belly Sauce on the horse, fat on the cat Toast on the post, spaghetti on the jetty Prunes on the moon, buns on the sun Onions on his bunions, stickers on his knickers Eggs on his legs, milk on the chair Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair Eggs on his legs, milk on the chair Sugar on his nose, flour in his hair [fade]