Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snack Attack, artist - Godley & Creme. Album song Cry: The Very Best Of, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2013
Record label: Spectrum
Song language: English
Snack Attack |
| Midnight Saturday sat in the dark |
| Watching the ceiling falling apart |
| The air-conditioner's been busted for weeks |
| So the smell of cooking seeps through the floor |
| I can’t eat no more |
| They want me to be as light as a feather |
| So the Doctor’s wired my jaws together |
| Now I’m locked in the bedroom away from the food |
| So I lie on my back in the dark in the nude |
| I can’t eat no more |
| I got to use a straw |
| But if the Devil dragged me down to the kitchen |
| I wouldn’t put up a fight |
| I’d gladly sign away my soul |
| For a T-bone steak tonight |
| I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac |
| I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack |
| A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack |
| Just call me Jack Kerouac |
| Click-clack open up the hatchback |
| I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack |
| Pattacake, pattacake Big Mac |
| Good God it’s a snack attack |
| Gimme sausage, egg and beans and chips |
| Milkshakes, clambakes, fondue & dips |
| And sauces, horses, 17 courses |
| Of barbequed beef with asparagus tips |
| Rashers of bacon, bagels and lox |
| And tandoori prawns and a box of chocs |
| Spaghetti with mussels, palma hams |
| & deep frozen waffles with syrup & jams |
| My willpower’s gone I’m down on my knees |
| Praying to the God of cottage cheese |
| It’s no good trying I’ll never beat it |
| 'cos if it moves I’ll eat it |
| So undo my trousers, let out the slack |
| Who cares it’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |
| I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac |
| I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack |
| A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack |
| Just call me Jack Kerouac |
| Click-clack open up the hatchback |
| I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack |
| Pattacake, pattacake Big Mac |
| Good God it’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |
| My father was a gents outfitter |
| My mother went crazy, they had to commit her |
| They used to tell me don’t be a quitter |
| But I know deep down I’m the runt of the litter |
| I can’t eat no more |
| I gotta use a straw |
| How do you take an overdose |
| Or even pretend to do it |
| When the last straw is the one in your mouth |
| And you can’t suck sleepers through it |
| I can’t eat no more |
| I gotta use a straw |
| But if the Devil took me to Mexico |
| To taste his guacamole |
| I’d gladly sign my name in blood |
| And give him the keys to my soul |
| Because I can’t eat no more |
| I can’t eat no more |
| I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac |
| I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack |
| A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack |
| Just call me Jack Kerouac |
| Click-clack open up the hatchback |
| I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack |
| Pattacake, pattacake Big Mac |
| Good God it’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |
| I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac |
| I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack |
| A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack |
| Just call me Jack Kerouac |
| Click-clack open up the hatchback |
| I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack |
| Pattacake, pattacake Big Mac |
| Good God it’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |
| Midnight Sunday asleep on the floor |
| Curled up in the corner can’t take no more |
| Armies of food invade my sleep |
| Led by lasagnas ten inches deep |
| My head is pounding my heart is beating |
| Cows are mooing sheep are bleating |
| I’m being haunted by all the meat I’ve eaten |
| And then a burglar alarm goes off in my head |
| And I wake up screaming am I dead or alive |
| And the clock says five |
| It’s only five in the morning |
| I’m covered in sweat |
| Am I hungry? |
| you bet! |
| Cold turkey’s what I’m going through |
| Cold turkey’s what I need |
| But they hung a sign on my appetite |
| Saying «Danger Do Not Feed» |
| I can’t eat no more |
| I got to use a straw |
| I can’t eat no more |
| I can’t eat no more |
| And they’ve even taken away |
| The pictures of food I had on my wall |
| And my treasured collection of menus |
| They screwed up into a ball |
| In front of my face they flicked it |
| Out of the window into the night |
| But they’ll never unscramble the combination |
| They’ll never get it right |
| Now if they made a feature film |
| That featured only food |
| I’d wallow in the crowd scenes |
| While the rest of the audience booed |
| And if I got myself a video |
| I could satisfy the need |
| I could check out the action frame by frame |
| And watch the calories breed |
| But I can’t eat no more |
| I got to use a straw |
| I can’t eat no more |
| I can’t eat no more |
| I got to use a straw |
| I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac |
| I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack |
| A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack |
| Just call me Jack Kerouac |
| Click-clack open up the hatchback |
| I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack |
| Pattacake, pattacake Big Mac |
| Good God it’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |
| I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac |
| I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjack |
| A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack |
| Just call me Jack Kerouac |
| Click-clack open up the hatchback |
| I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack |
| Pattacake, pattacake Big Mac |
| Good God it’s a snack attack |
| It’s a snack attack |