D Junk Food Junkie,   Larry Groce 1976

Junk Food Junkie by Larry Groce
#9 in 1976
Capo 4
 
[Intro]
G
 
[Verse 1]
           C                            F              C
You know I love that organic cooking, I always ask for more
         C       C/B A          D                       G
And they call me Mr. Natural on down to the health food store
  C                             F                    C
I only eat good sea salt, white sugar don't touch my lips
       C          C/B    A                          D      G    C
And my friends is always begging me to take them on macrobiotic trips
          Am
Yes, they are
 
[Verse 2]
           Am                                    Dm                  Am
Oh, but at night I take out my strongbox, that I keep under lock and key
      Am                             B               E
And I take it off to my closet where nobody else can see
Am                                 Dm                Am     C/B
I open that door so slowly, take a peek up north and south
       C          C/B     A             D      G     C
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie and I pop it in my mouth
 
[Chorus]
             F               C                G                C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be
       C           C/B       Am           E                 Am   C/B  C  G  C
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me
 
[Verse 3]
         C                                       F                   C
Well, at lunchtime you can always find me at the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
     C             C/B         A              D                   G
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt from my hand thrown pottery jar
    C                                          F                C
And sippin' a little hand-pressed cider with a carrot stick for dessert
    C         C/B       A                  D            G       C
And wiping my face in a natural way on the sleeve of my peasant shirt
   Am
Oh yeah!
 
[Verse 4]
        Am                                   Dm           Am
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight and I'm all by myself
  Am                          B               E
I work that combination on my secret hideaway shelf
      Am                                   Dm                     Am   C/B
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper, and a ol' Moon Pie
       C           C/B      A                 D       G         C
Then I sit back in glorious expectation, of a genuine junk food high
 
[Chorus]
             F               C                G                C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be
C                  C/B       Am           E                 Am  C/B  C  G  C
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me
 
[Verse 5]
   C                                 F                C
My friends down at the commune, they think I'm pretty neat
      C          C/B           A                     D                         G
Oh, I don't know nothing about arts and crafts but I give 'em all something to eat
      C                                 F                  C
I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons and I only eat homegrown spice
        C          C/B         A                  D       G        C
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn filled up with my brown rice
       Am
Yes, I do
 
[Verse 6]
    Am                                           Dm            Am
Oh, folks, but lately I have been spotted with a Big Mac on my breath
          Am                            B                E
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders with a face as white as death
     Am                                 Dm                  Am   C/B
I'm afraid someday they'll find me just stretched out on my bed
       C          C/B        A                D         G     C
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips and a Ding Dong by my head
 
[Chorus]
             F               C                G                C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be
       C           C/B       Am           E                 Am
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me
 
 
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