Junk Food Junkie:Larry Groce.
#9 in 1976.
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#1.
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You know I love that organic cooking, I always ask for more.
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And they call me Mr. Natural, on down to the health food store.
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I only eat good sea salt, white sugar don't touch my lips.
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And my friends is always begging me to take them on, macrobiotic trips.
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Yes, they are.

#2.
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Oh, but at night I take out my strongbox, that I keep under 
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lock and key.
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And I take it off to my closet, where nobody else can see.
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I open that door so slowly, take a peek up north and south.
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Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie, and I pop it in my mouth.

CHORUS:
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Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
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But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.

#3.
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Well, at lunchtime you can always find me, at the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar.
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Just sucking on my plain white yogurt, from my hand thrown pottery jar.
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And sippin' a little hand pressed cider, with a carrot stick for dessert.
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And wiping my face in a natural way, on the sleeve of my peasant shirt.
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Oh yeah!

#4.
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Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight and I'm all by myself.
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I work that combination, on my secret hideaway shelf.
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And I pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and an ol' Moon Pie.
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Then I sit back in glorious expectation, of a genuine junk food high.

CHORUS:
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Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
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But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.

#5.
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My friends down at the commune, they think I'm pretty neat.
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Oh, I don't know nothing about arts and crafts,
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but I give 'em all something to eat.
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I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons, and I only eat homegrown spice.
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I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn, filled up with my brown rice.
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Yes, I do.

#6.
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Oh, but folks, lately I have been spotted, with a Big Mac on my breath.
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Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders, with a face as white as death.
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I'm afraid someday they'll find me, just stretched out on my bed.
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With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips, and a Ding Dong by my head.

CHORUS:
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Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be.
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But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me.


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