Eat Eat Eat Lyrics

Here come the sweet potatoes

And here's the Sunday meat,

I guess we must be ready now

To eat, eat, eat.

I'm going to have the nicey plate

And Daddy's leather seat,

And wear my patent-leather shoes

To eat, eat, eat.

My Daddy's talking all about

The war, and some old fleet,

I wonder if he never, never,

Never wants to eat.

We're going to have some apple-cake,

We're going to have a treat.

O hurry, hurry, Daddy,

Let us eat, eat, eat.

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