BEFORE THE ARCHITECT – AUTOCAD GRANDDAD – SONG LYRICS
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EATIN’ GRITS AT MOMMA STONE’S
LYRICS BY RALPH PRESSEL
© 1989 Ralph Pressel
Chorus:
Eatin’ grits at Momma Stone’s
Black-eyed peas ‘n honeyed scones.
Her coffee’s strong enough to stand your hairs.
Damn fact, there’s no need fakin’
The joys of de-sert takin’
In Momma’s famous rooms a-way upstairs.
Stanza #1:
Now once your table’s clear,
Momma moves in with a leer
To ask, “Son, would you like a sweet or two?”
And when you say “Madame, some pie,”
She’ll stare you down with her good eye
To check out if’n you rate the house men-u.
Stanza #2:
Unless you’re in-flu-en-tial
Or you got it con-fi-den-tial
Old Mom’s de-sert prices ‘ll pass you by a mile.
They range from twenty-five to fifty
Dollars for a piece of nifty
Fixin’s in Mom’s leg-en-dar-y style.
Stanza #3:
Take your time now, don’t you hurry.
You don’t need to worry
‘bout all the traffic through the back door-way.
Them’s fellers comin’ ‘n goin’
After to-‘n-froin’ —
Quick-samplin’ Momma’s special of the day.
Stanza #4:
I re-co-mmend the cherry pie
And rank blueberry very high:
Sweet treats amongst the finest ever made.
But watch out for that A La Mode —
All night de-light like you ain’t knowed.
Come sun-rise boy, you’ll roll up with the shade.
Stanza #5:
So let’s give Mom our order,
Then we can down a snort or
Two, while pre-par-a-tions upstairs get jus’ right.
And read again her gar-on-tee,
“Come one, come all. Momma ’ll set you free,
Sweet com-pa-ny that’s yours for one fine night.”
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