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