Lyrics:
the grocer's daughter
Don't you let her get you down
Oh no she's only a grocer's daughter
She's a devil in disguise
I'd like to poke her in the eyes
All
the town cant eat”
Grocer Jack grocer Jack get off your back
Go into town don't let them down
Oh no no
Grocer Jack grocer Jack get off your back
Go into
I come from the trunches
I come from the hood
I came from the bottom nigga
Ian have no food
Ian have no grocers
I used to be starivng nigga
Had
the last time
That I'll sit with my mouth wide open
And wait for the flies to come in
From the grave of a grocer
The grave of a grocer
Honey I'm awake,
To help you feel well and strong
(pic of blue adult male muppet in grocer's outfit)
The grocer sells the things you eat
Like bread and eggs, cheese
the grocers store,
Owned by an austrian
He often calls me down to eat
And he jokes about his broken english,
Tries to be a friend to me
But for all my years
a grocer the money wont hold up
N I cant let up til I get this bread up
Count it up count it up count it together
Up out the trenches live life for
Heeeyyyywwww
Grocers are grosser
Their skin and hair is mouldy
I've never seen
Such a clean grocery store
But your employee's shittin' on the floor
Long ago the grocer's daughter
Sold the land, the sky, the water
To kings and queens
For magic beans
But now we want them back
For they weren't
it's been!
TODD:
Is that squire,
On the fire?
LOVETT:
Mercy no, sir, look closer,
You'll notice it's grocer!
TODD:
Looks thicker,
More
the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause
to answer "No, sir"
Butcher, banker, clerk and grocer
Let yourself go
Come, get together
Let the dance floor feel your leather
Step as lightly
the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the faker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause
the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause.
anyway, dear
We'll stay as we are
Even if we owe the grocer
Don't we have fun?
Tax collector's getting closer
Still, we have fun
There's nothing
to Junior's Farm
Everybody tag along
I took my bag into a grocer's store
The price is higher than the time before
Old man asked me, "Why is it more"
I
to lay low
How life, high life, go let's go
Take me down to Junior's farm
Take me down Jimmy
I took my bag into a grocer's store
The price is
the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men becau-ause
The butcher, the baker, the grocer and the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no
any way, dear
We'll stay as we are
Even if we owe the grocer
Don't we have fun
Tax collector's getting closer
Still we have fun
There's nothing
the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause
the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what
the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause
the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause.
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