Save The Bones For Henry Jones
(Nat King Cole/Johnny Mercer)
We're gonna have a supper
We'll eat some food that's rare
And at the head of the table
We'll place brother Henry's chair
Invite all the local big dogs
We'll laugh and talk and eat
But we'll save the bones for Henry Jones
'Cause Henry don't eat no meat
Today I'll go to market
Buy up a lotta fish
Well, that will thrill brother Henry
'Cause fish is his special dish
Get a large can of molasses
Have something really sweet
But we'll save the bones for Henry Jones
'Cause Henry don't eat no meat
Henry is not a drinker
He rarely takes a nip
He don't need a napkin
'Cause the things he eats don't drip - blip!
One day we had a banquet
It really was a bake
They started off with short ribs
Then finished off with steak
But when the feast was over
Brother Henry just kept his seat
And we served the bones to Henry Jones
'Cause Henry don't eat no meat
Our banquet was most proper
Right down to demitasse
From soup to lox and bagels
And pheasant under glass - class!
We thought the chops were mellow
He said his chops were beat - reet!
We served the bones to Henry Jones
'Cause Henry don't eat no meat
He's an egg man
Henry don't eat no meat
He loves a pullet
Henry don't eat no meat
A vegetarian
Henry?
Coming mother!
Soup's on! (or soupcon - F)
no that's right bagel and lox is a well known foodstuff...
Dave
"Hid in the reeds are eyes that peek,
voices I don't understand.
Flamingos fly endlessly,
To the silent sky"
> Dave
Thanks! I should've looked it up before posting!
SAM JONES
Me name is Sam Jones and it's bones me occupation
Chuck your old hocks out for my consideration
Thirty years a bone man, up and down the nation
Sam Jones deliver them bones
I've been among the shamrock and I've been among the thistle
I like it all picked over, clean as a whistle
No sign of meat on, no sign of gristle
Sam Jones deliver them bones
I've seen battlefields white with human ivory
Noble dukes and princes stripped of flesh and finery
When the crows have done their job, they say that's the time for me
Sam Jones deliver them bones
And I even dream of bones when I'm lying very ill
Roomsfull of skeletons a-dancing the quadrille
Rows and rows of skulls singing Blueberry Hill
Sam Jones deliver them bones
And if you're unburied, the likes of me will find you
You're no good to worms, but you might become the finest glue
We'll grind you up and spread you out as fertiliser, too
Sam Jones deliver them bones
And I've got a lorry, it's me own boneshaker
Where's there old knuckle joints I'll be the undertaker
I'll come calling 'round just like the butcher and the baker
Sam Jones deliver them bones
Me name is Sam Jones and it's bones me occupation
Chuck your old hocks out for my consideration
Thirty years a bone man, up and down the nation
Sam Jones deliver them bones
Oh, Sam Jones deliver them bones
Sam Jones deliver them bones