Dirty hand on my fork,
Filthy hand is on my knife.
I've chosen to be greasy,
For the rest of my life.
And the cracks in my skin,
Hold it all in.
Filthy hand on my knife,
Dirty hand that grips my fork.
Hashbrowns, toast, and eggs,
'nd at two kinds of pork.
The lines 'round my eyes,
Never tell a lie.
Dirty spoon that stirs my coffee,
Two creamers though I like it black.
Got to cool it down and drink it quickly,
If I'm ever going to get sweet Marguerite to come back..
To this dirty hand on my fork,
Filthy hand that grips my knife.
I've chosen to be greasy,
For the rest of my life.
The lines 'round my eye,
Never tell a lie.
The cracks in my skin,
Hold it all in.
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