CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : I Eat With Gusto, Damn! You Bet
Hello Everyone, it's time for poetry
I submit to you the following it's entitled:
"I Eat with Gusto, Damn! You Bet"
By one Jonathan Richman.
When I eat like I do it,
I use not fork nor spoon
No grace or culture to it
When I call my own tune.
For I eat with gusto, damn you bet
A regular canine cruncher
Except truth be told I'm sloppier yet
Than many a dog food muncher
I eat a pound I eat a ton
And no there ain't much I cuts up
And while I'm having merry fun
Bystanders puke their guts up.
The FBI sent someone by
Who handles hеalth affairs
I had not finished my cream pie
Whеn he chanced up the stairs
Why did he turn the other way?
Why did he leave so quick?
Will he come back another day?
Did something make him sick?
I submit to you the following it's entitled:
"I Eat with Gusto, Damn! You Bet"
By one Jonathan Richman.
When I eat like I do it,
I use not fork nor spoon
No grace or culture to it
When I call my own tune.
For I eat with gusto, damn you bet
A regular canine cruncher
Except truth be told I'm sloppier yet
Than many a dog food muncher
I eat a pound I eat a ton
And no there ain't much I cuts up
And while I'm having merry fun
Bystanders puke their guts up.
The FBI sent someone by
Who handles hеalth affairs
I had not finished my cream pie
Whеn he chanced up the stairs
Why did he turn the other way?
Why did he leave so quick?
Will he come back another day?
Did something make him sick?
