| Lyrics: | STRANGERS IN MY SOUP
(CDDC)
Strangers in my soup, that's what I found
there
Little tiny things that swim around there
Looking down I see them looking up at
me.
Strange things can be seen, they're scattered sparsely,
Small things that are
green, but are not parsley
In my soup they've made their little aquacade.
Soup was
meant to be
Completely free of things, extraneous debris,
Except for now and then, a
noodle or some rice,
But these things are not nice,
See them swimming, thrashing
thriving,
Holy Smokes, they're scuba diving
(Oh my god)
In my bouillabaisse I
looked and then I
Saw a tiny face with two antennae
And I heard him say, "Man, the soup
is good today,"
I let out a whoop
I hollered, "Waiter, there are strangers in my
soup"
And when he came I said "Now I'm a connoisseur,
I ordered soupe de jour,"
And he said, "Look I'm just a waiter,
You need an exterminator.
So you're a
connoisseur, I knew you dug soup
I brought you soupe de jour--today it's bug soup
That
explains the group of strangers in your soup.
Words by Allen Sherman,
courtesy of Don Galibreath. 1985
To the tune of "Strangers in the Night"
@animal
@food @parody
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