So, I was sitting here in my office being the very serious adult that I am. Tweaking a web site’s code for a friend. Writing an article. Reading the blogs of potential Dominican Republic travelers. And I heard him. His words crept up through the ventilation system and leaked into my office. Jangly guitar and grizzly lyrics – the kind five year-old boys find hilarious.
Great big globs of ooey gooey gopher guts
Mingled mangled monkey meat
Itty bitty birdy feet
French fried eye balls rolling down a dirty street
That’s what Mommy’s made of.
I’m quitting early. I’ve got a duet to sing and some cookie dough ice cream to eat. The first day back on the job is the hardest isn’t it?
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Ah ha, I can only imagine the melodious torture!!
Wow! That is truly amazing.
Don’t think for a minute that the cookie dough in your ice cream counts toward your 50% raw diet. It doesn’t. Bad hippie!
After that song and ice cream, you’re going to have one BIG belly ache!
Beth
The lyrics I remember are a little different.
Great big balls of greezy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Little babies’ dirty feat
Great big eyeballs swimming in red bloody blood
And I forgot my spoon
That was actually on a “kids’” tape that my mom let us listen to. Go figure.
Your lyrics are cleaner than the ones my big brother taught me! Being grown up isn’t all folks try to make it out to be – I’m 60 and still deciding IF I’ll grow up this side of heaven. We are supposed to do all our work as if it were for the Lord – so eat that ice cream in a worshipful way!
And I know yet another version!
“Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
Mulitated monkey meat,
Little birdie’s dirty feet.
Great big gob of petrified pelican puke,
And I forgot my spoon.”
When I was 5, I added the bridge of
“I’ll use my fingers……….and maybe my toes!”
Will this song be on your next album? The lyrics are so stirring….or perhaps churning…
Thanks, now I have that stuck in my head…
I remember yet ANOTHER version..
great green globs of
greasy grimy gopher guts
mutilated monkey’s meat
little birdie’s dirty feet
all wrapped up in a french fried eyeball
and i’m without a spoon..
but I’ve got a straw…..
oh yeah…. my son and I loved that song when he was younger! i still do. maybe when he is no longer in the “I’m 12, and everything my mom laughs at is stupid” phase, he will think it’s great again???
one more version for good measure:
16 tons of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Little dirty birdy feet
16 pounds of all-purpose porpoise puss
Floating in pink lemonade
And I forgot my spoon!
I hope the duet went well!
I think it’s great we all learned a different version. Here’s the NorCal one I learned:
Great big gobs of gooey grimey gopher guts
mutilated monkey meat
vulture vomit at your feet
chopped up brains and half-chewed finger nails
oops, I forgot my spoon!
And then to go eat cookie dough…mmm – good times!
After that song and ice cream, you’re going to have one BIG belly ache!
Rick
“I’ve got a duet to sing and some cookie dough ice cream to eat. The first day back on the job is the hardest isn’t it?”
Imagination has no boundary … Extremely quality lines …Nice way of describing
thanks for the lyrics.
These lines makes me to remember my childhood.
Thanks
Great song dude.
Makes one to enjoy his job.
I heard it with “minced monkey meat (or cghopped monkey’s feet) and fried little Parakeet”.