Chicken Cordon Bleus - Steve Goodman

When I first met you baby, you fed me on chicken and wine

It was steak and potatoes and lobster and babe I sure felt fine

But now all you give me is seaweed and alfalfa sprouts

And sunflower seeds and I got my doubts —

Babe, you left me here with the Chicken Cordon Bleus

My stomach’s so empty and all I got is food for thought

And I’ve been sittin' here thinkin'

'bout the twenty pounds of groceries we bought

We bought ten pounds of brown rice and five more of beans

And five pounds of Granola and you know what that means

I’m just a regular fella with the Chicken Cordon Bleus

Now won’t you to play me them fat licks!

I’m starved for affection and babe, I can’t take no more

You know this stuff is so weird that the cockroaches moved next door

Babe, can you see that old dog, he’s out in the street

He’s got a big smile on his face 'cause they let him meat

And babe I got the lemon and the Chicken Cordon Bleus!

Babe, I’m goin down to the bakery

And I’m going to find me a jelly roll

And some cannoli

Some French pastry

A chocolate éclair don’t sound too bad

How about some lasagna?

You know fat is where it’s at

My shadow disappears …