You make swill at nine
It might kill a fly
Every time I think of grouching, I want some pie
You're bombed and disheveled
And the pig feed's crummy
No fare to be eating, no pie to be flung

But I tell myself that I'll do without pie
There's nothing left to prove I'm right

But throw gravy on you
Gravy and stew
Let me throw navy
Navy beans, too, oh

Your grub without seas'ning seems yucky and grim
The lentil seeds clinging to leeks on my chin
The biscuits that fall, that are too thin to bite
I hiss and I sneer like a churlish tyke

And you don't please my hunger, I'm chewing chyme
I huff, the pressure climbs

Let me throw gravy on you
Maybe fondue
Let me throw gamy
Shavings of gnu, oh

Vile ham's hurled, it's grimy and stained
Such a buncha goop with every bloody bit veined
Throw a plate of munchies
Throw a pail of soup
Such a buncha goop

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ooh

Gravy on you
Dates and Anjous
Let me throw raisins
Raisins and prunes

Pie with a filling stacked high with whipped cream
That vents out odor of sweet oven steam:
I'd thank you so strongly, I'd stir up your love -
But you feed me this slime on your weak, doughy spuds

Gravy, yeah
Grazing on goo
Getting no tasty
Pastries from you, oh

Gravy on you
Crazy and stewed
Sensing a pasty
Taste to the food, yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Gravy on you
Zany, gone Stooge
Larry, Moe, Curly
Hurling your food, oh