Monday, March 18, 2024

 

CORN KIND OF GUY

 NO
I NEVER PLAYED ON A 
RGULAR BASEBALL FIELD

WITH A PLAYGROUND

DOWN BY THE CREEK.
NO TH EONE PLACE YOU'D FIND ME PLAYIN'
IS OUT IN THOSE CORN FIELDS

PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK.

NO 
I ONLY DREAMED OF PLAYING BALL

LIKE THAT OUTFIELDER
IN THE FIELD OF DREAMS.


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I'D NEVER EAT MY CARROTS

PEASE NOR BROCCOLI

I'D STEER CLEAR OF MY SPINACH
AND THOSE SCARY LIMA BEANS

I HAD TO HAVE IT JUST RIGHT
AND YOU MIGHT ASK MY MOM WHY?
SHE WOULD HAVE SAID MY SONS A 
PICKY EATER.

BECAUSE HE'S A 
CORN 
KIND
OF GUY.


V2

NO 
I DONT LIKE IT MASHED

AND CANT STAND IT FRIED

I LIKE IT STRAIGHT UP FROM THE STALK 
CUZ I'M A CORN KIND OF GUY


NO 
I WOULDNT TOUCH MY MUSHROOMS
BUT I'D ALWAYS SAVE ROOM FOR CORN BREAD 
FOR DESSERT.
I'D TRY  MY BEST TO PASS THE TEST BUT
I ALWAYS FED BY BRUSSEL SPROUTS
TO MY DOG SPARK-Y 


ID EAT MY MEAT 
ID EAT THAT SPAGHETTI 
PIZZA CHESSEBURGERS OR
FRENCH FRIES
BUT THE ONE THING I LOVE THE MOST

I'M A CORN KIND OF GUY


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