Godley & Creme - Snack Attack Lyrics
Midnight Saturday sat in the darkwatching the ceiling falling apartthe air-conditioner's been busted for weeksso the smell of cooking seeps through the floorI can't eat no moreThey want me to be as light as a featherso the Doctor's wired my jaws togethernow I'm locked in the bedroom away from the foodso I lie on my back in the dark in the *****I can't eat no moreI got to use a strawBut if the Devil dragged me down to the kitchenI wouldn't put up a fightI'd gladly sign away my soulfor a T-bone steak tonightI feel like Kojak sitting in a CadillacI gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchbackI could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackGimme sausage, egg and beans and chipsmilkshakes, clambakes, fondue & dipsand sauces, horses, 17 coursesof barbequed beef with asparagus tipsrashers of bacon, bagels and loxand tandoori prawns and a box of chocsspaghetti with mussels, palma hams& deep frozen waffles with syrup & jamsMy willpower's gone I'm down on my kneespraying to the God of cottage cheeseit's no good trying I'll never beat it'cos if it moves I'll eat itSo undo my trousers, let out the slackwho cares it's a snack attackit's a snack attackI feel like Kojak sitting in a CadillacI gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchbackI could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attackit's a snack attackit's a snack attackMy father was a gents outfittermy mother went crazy, they had to commit herthey used to tell me don't be a quitterbut I know deep down I'm the runt of the litterI can't eat no moreI gotta use a strawHow do you take an overdoseor even pretend to do itwhen the last straw is the one in your mouthand you can't suck sleepers through itI can't eat no moreI gotta use a strawBut if the Devil took me to Mexicoto taste his guacamoleI'd gladly sign my name in bloodand give him the keys to my soulbecause I can't eat no moreI can't eat no moreI feel like Kojak sitting in a CadillacI gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchbackI could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attackit's a snack attackI feel like Kojak sitting in a CadillacI gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchbackI could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attackMidnight Sunday asleep on the floorcurled up in the corner can't take no moreArmies of food invade my sleepled by lasagnas ten inches deepMy head is pounding my heart is beatingcows are mooing sheep are bleatingI'm being haunted by all the meat I've eatenand then a burglar alarm goes off in my headand I wake up screaming am I dead or aliveand the clock says fiveit's only five in the morningI'm covered in sweatam I hungry? you bet!Cold turkey's what I'm going throughcold turkey's what I needbut they hung a sign on my appetitesaying "Danger Do Not Feed"I can't eat no moreI got to use a strawI can't eat no moreI can't eat no moreAnd they've even taken awaythe pictures of food I had on my walland my treasured collection of menusthey screwed up into a ballin front of my face they flicked itout of the window into the nightbut they'll never unscramble the combinationthey'll never get it rightnow if they made a feature filmthat featured only foodI'd wallow in the crowd sceneswhile the rest of the audience booedand if I got myself a videoI could satisfy the needI could check out the action frame by frameand watch the calories breedbut I can't eat no moreI got to use a strawI can't eat no moreI can't eat no moreI got to use a strawI feel like Kojak sitting in a CadillacI gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchbackI could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attackI feel like Kojak sitting in a CadillacI gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchbackI could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attack
