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Chorus:
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me
There are eggs, eggs on little bandy legs
In the store, in the store.
There are eggs, eggs on little bandy legs
In the Quarter Master's store.
.. peas, peas, with shocking dirty knees
.. ham, ham dancing with the jam
.. bread, bread that looks like it is dead
.. grapes, grapes as hairy as big apes
.. fingers, fingers, caught in automatic wringers
.. ants, ants, crawling down your pants
.. cars, cars, stuck in honey jars
.. tables, tables, with legs like Betty Grable's
.. trees, trees, full of honey bees
.. rats, rats, as big as alley cats
.. turtles, turtles, wearing rubber girdles
.. pigs, pigs, doing the Irish jig
.. ants, ants wearing rubber pants
.. beans, beans wearing denim jeans
.. ham, ham, an awful lot like spam
.. grapes, grapes wearing yellow capes
.. clocks, clocks wearing woolen socks
.. cakes, cakes made with soap flakes
.. bats, bats wearing cowboy hats
.. steak, steak that keeps us all awake
.. lard, lard, they sell it by the yard
.. bread, bread like great big lumps of lead
.. kippers, kippers who go about in slippers
.. cake, cake that gives us tummy aches
.. beans, beans as as big as submarines
.. gravy, gravy enough to sink the navy
.. pots, pots as big as parking lots
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