Soup Song - Robert Wyatt

There’s a mushroom on my eyelid

There’s a carrot down my back

I can see in the distance

A vast quantity of beans

To you I’m just a flavour

To make your stew taste nice

Oh my god, here come the onions

And — I don’t believe it!

— at least a pound of rice

There was a time when bacon sandwiches

Were everyone’s favourite snack

I’m delicious when I’m crunchy

Even when I’m almost black

So why you make a soup with me

I just can’t understand

It seems so bloody tasteless

Not to mention underhand

Now there’s no hope of getting out of here

I can feel I’m going soft

Dirty waters soak my fibres

The whole saucepan’s getting hot

So I may as well resign myself

Make friends with a few peas

But I just, I can’t help hoping

That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees

Bring you to your knees

Bring you to your knees

Bring you to your knees

(repeat to fade)