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Larry Groce - Junk Food Junkie ukulele

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Junk Food Junkie:Larry Groce.
#9 in 1976.
           (Capo 4th fret.)                  

#1.
C                                       F              C
You know I love that organic cooking, I always ask for more.
                     A           D                       G
And they call me Mr. Natural, on down to the health food store.
  C                             F                    C
I only eat good sea salt, white sugar don't touch my lips.
C                        A                       D        G      C
And my friends is always begging me to take them on, macrobiotic trips.
          Am
Yes, they are.

#2.
Am
Oh, but at night I take out my strongbox, that I keep under 
Dm       Am
lock and key.
      D                                               G
And I take it off to my closet, where nobody else can see.
Am                                         Dm        Am
I open that door so slowly, take a peek up north and south.
       C                  A              D      G     C
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie, and I pop it in my mouth.

CHORUS:
             F               C                G                C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
C                            Am           E                 Am        
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.

#3.
C                                                 F                   C
Well, at lunchtime you can always find me, at the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar.
                               A               D                   G
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt, from my hand thrown pottery jar.
    C                                           F                C
And sippin' a little hand pressed cider, with a carrot stick for dessert.
C                       A                   D            G       C
And wiping my face in a natural way, on the sleeve of my peasant shirt.
   Am
Oh yeah!

#4.
Am                                                   Dm   Am
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight and I'm all by myself.
Am                             D               G
I work that combination, on my secret hideaway shelf.
      Am                                                     Dm   Am
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and an ol' Moon Pie.
       C                    A                 D       G         C
Then I sit back in glorious expectation, of a genuine junk food high.

CHORUS:
             F               C                G                C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
C                            Am           E                 Am        
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.

#5.
C                                    F                C
My friends down at the commune, they think I'm pretty neat.
C                              A
Oh, I don't know nothing about arts and crafts,
      D                         G
but I give 'em all something to eat.
      C                                  F                  C
I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons, and I only eat homegrown spice.
C                              A                   D          G     C
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn, filled up with my brown rice.
       Am
Yes, I do.

#6.
Am                                                        Dm    Am
Oh, but folks, lately I have been spotted, with a Big Mac on my breath.
D                                        G
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders, with a face as white as death.
Am                                                     Dm    Am
I'm afraid someday they'll find me, just stretched out on my bed.
       C                   A                   D         G     C
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips, and a Ding Dong by my head.

CHORUS:
             F               C                G                C
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
C                            Am           E                 Am        
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.


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