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Artist: Calvi John
by John Calvi, c. 1982
This old world has troubles, everyone knows
there's garbage in all of our lives
We try to get through it, each our own way,
And for me, I just eat french fries.
Some they take vitamins, A B and C
Tofu, granola, brown rice.
They all give me wheat germ and brewers yeast
And I put it on my french fries.
Some got religion, devotion and guilt
Charity and grace are divine
I hear things are hotter than ever in Hell
But in Heaven do they have french fries?
Some watch the stars, and have their charts done
And read all about every sign
I wonder if Taurians every full moon
Pig out like me on french fries.
Some think the army, the bombs and the guns
Will one day save all of our lives,
I don't believe it--heat up your pans
Make peace, and lots of french fries.
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