Pies
and cakes and juicy steaks
mean nothing to me.
I'm on a fast, and it will last,
Until I find a certain kind of food
that I crave
I love it, love it, love it, I'm a slave
I'm hungry, I'm hungry for
beautiful girls
For chicken, chicken, chicken,
I am starving
But each little peach that
I meet on the street
Will whisper, oh mister
, say when do we eat
Now I know a dumb belle
who hardly can speak
but she can read a bill of fare
that's printed in Greek.
I'm hungry, I'm hungry for beautiful girls,
but they're too darn
hungry for me.
Nowadays it's mayonnaise that
puts you in right.
Food a la carte wins every heart,
but when you're with a girl
you've got to watch every course.
They're meek as lambs,
but they eat like a horse.
I'm hungry,
I'm hungry for beautiful girls.
For chicken, chicken, chicken,
I am starving.
But queens of my dreams
talk of food in their sleep.
With sorrow,
I borrow and feed them and weep.
Now I know a girlie
who calls me her dear.
She wears a knife and fork
and school for her lavalier.
I'm hungry, I'm hungry for beautiful girls,
but they're too darn hungry for me.
I'm hungry, I'm hungry for beautiful girls,
and I no wonder tries to be a lady.
To show off her manners
when she's with the swells,
she discards the oysters
and chews on the shells.
She murders the menu
and starts telling jokes
While the waiter's wrapping up
a duck for her folks
I'm hungry,
I'm hungry for beautiful girls
But they're too darn hungry for me