Trout Fishing in America - Breakfast Blues lyrics

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face,

I got dressed, made my bed, and then I picked up the place;

I did what you told me, I didn't whine or cry.

Took a nap, never saw time out, now all I can ask is why.

Why am I being punished? Have I been so bad?

I sat down to dinner and this is what I had:

Chorus: Boiled okra and spinach, it's dangerous,

Fishy fish with a thousand bones, cooked in asparagus,

I'd rather eat boogers than black-eyed peas,

I'd trade it all for a hamburger, or a pizza with double cheese.

(No anchovies, no pepperonis and no mushrooms;

No black olives or any other rabbit food!)

I've got an idea that's bound to work

You finish the spinach and the black-eyed peas,

Then I'll go get dessert.

Ice cream, or maybe a refrigerated candy bar,

I'd scream with joy for a little piece of cake.

Vegetables are very good for you,

Eat your fish, eat your okra too.

Clean your plate, it's easy, it's just a piece of cake!

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