Uncooked Liver
To the tune of Old Man River
(Posted to the Rialto, Feb.1989)
(Best if sung in a slow, dirge - like manner;
remember, this
is a slave's song...)
Uncooked Liver,
That Uncooked Liver,
It should be cookin',
I've got four dozen!
But Uncooked Liver,
It just keeps fryin'
Along.
You and Me,
We cut and shred;
Choppin' up hundreds o' loaves o' bread;
Boil that pot;
Fix this meal;
Then get that zester and make le-mon-peel...
I get weary,
And sick o' fryin';
I've got to run now,
And get that pie in,
But Uncooked Liver,
It just keeps fryin'
Along.
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