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like they was bees There's honey in the honeycomb There's sugar in the cane There's oysters in a real oyster stew And bubbles in sweet Champagne
A rather different set of friends A rather different set of friends A fish head for example cut This morning from a halibut. An oyster from an oyster
and beans Get oyster stew, got a little on your brand-new suit In a little old town called New Orleans I know Now you're strutting around showing off your
like they was bees There's honey in the honeycomb There's sugar in the cane There's oysters in a real oyster stew And bubbles in sweet Champagne
want no pÂTÉwhat is that anyway? Grits, grits, bestest food there its THIS IS OYSTER STEW? YOU EAT AT THE ZOO? WELL, Call me when you're throughGive me
We're an oyster cracker on the stew And the honey in the tea We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two In the black coffee The golden crust
We're an oyster cracker on the stew And the honey in the tea We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two In the black coffee The golden crust
Floating down the river Like an oyster in a stew He's gonna eat somebody Looks like it's gon' be you I'm gonna eat somebody It might as well be you
Floating down the river Like an oyster in a stew He's gonna eat somebody Looks like it's gon' be you I'm gonna eat somebody It might as well be you
Well, if the world's an oyster in your stew You know you've got a hungry friend Your favorite horse has turned to glue Don't kid yourself about
You're not the only oyster in the stew, Not the only tea leaf in the tea, However, I'm convinced, completely, fully, firmly convinced, You're
Antoine's, Oysters Rockefeller Galatoire’s, Crabmeat Sardou From Arnaud’s came Frog Legs Provencal From Broussard’s, a bouillabaisse stew From Tujaque’s,
Drop Dead Lucifer Let me have your tail Let's slice it into cubes It's perfect for my stew Drop Dead Lucifer Nutritious real mens food
Let me tell you something... I can eat almost any kind of food From slimy raw oysters to cabbage that's stewed I can eat spinach or liver and onions
calligraphy Spilt blood, the first love Warm sun, warm spirits I had a vision of my grandmother Prepping stew in the green apron now treasured by my mother
He eats his oysters in the same way Just like a toad slipping out of a boot Two feet per second leaving trails behind Nobody knew why he smelled like
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