
Too Much Food - Live at the Eagles Ballroom, Milwaukee, WI, 10/28/2003
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You can see that I'm a one curly fry, the box or the regular
Messing with the flavor or the flavor that you savor
Saving me for last, but you better not eat me at all
'Cause I'm living in a fast food bag
Making friends with the ketchup and salt now
People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things
Steady sitting 'round trash-talking with the onion rings
But it's much too soon to leave this easy life
You better pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife
'Cause you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound
Of my tone and my voice, you gotta let me make my choice alone
Before my food gets cold, better shut up or get shot down
It's all about the know how or just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way that I gotta play
You're putting too much food on my plate
Come on now
Well, believe it or not, I super-sized my slice, I'm no surprise
In a cereal box, my stomach's smaller than my eyes
So I went to see the doctor and she said turn my head and then cough
I didn't listen to what she said, instead I couldn't wait to get off
Well, I can have this, but I can't have that
I should keep wishing I was living the life of a cat
But I ain't the one who's gonna be missing the feast now
Just like, baby, you ain't the one who
Seems to be calming the beast, yeah
'Cause you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound
Of my tone and my voice, you gotta let me make my choice alone
Before my food gets cold, better shut up or get shot down
It's all about the know how or just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way that I gotta play
You're putting too much food on my plate
Come on now
And if you are what you eat, in my case, I'm the sweets
So come, come on and eat me, come on and get some
I'm so over it
'Cause you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound
Of my tone and my voice, you gotta let me make my choice alone
Before my food gets cold, better shut up or get shot down
It's all about the know how or just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way that I gotta play
You're putting too much food on my plate
Come on now
Come on, you gotta, gotta, gotta keep on up
Come on, gotta, gotta, gotta get on up
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Get up to get, get it and get down
Get up to get, get it and get down
Get up to get, get it and get down
Get up to get, get it and get down
Get up to get, get it and get down
Get up to get, get it and get down
You're putting too much food on my plate
Come on now





























































