Spoonful (The Revolution Club, London, Dec. 1967) Songtext
von Cream

Could fill spoons full of diamonds,
Could fill spoons full of gold.
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul.

Men lies about it.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies about it.
Everything′s a-fightin' about the spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.

Could fill spoons full of coffee,
Could fill spoons full of tea.
Just a little spoon of your precious love;
Is that enough for me?


Men lies about it.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies about it.
Everything′s a-fightin' about the spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, yeah.

Could fill spoons full of water,
Take them from the desert sands.
But a little spoon of your forty-five
Saved you from another man.

Men lies...
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies...
Everything's a-fightin′ about it.
Everything′s a-cryin' about it.
Everything′s-a... everything's a-dyin′ about it.
Everything's a-cryin′ about it.
Everything's a-lyin' about it
In your home, in all...

Spoonful, spoonful. Yeah!
Here I am, dyin′ about it,
Ah-ah, yes, cryin′ about it.
That spoon, that spoon, that...
Little old spoon, little old spoon, little old...
Little old spoon, little old spoon, little old spoon.


That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful, yeah.
Ah, yeah...

Everything's a-dyin′ about it...
Yeah! Alright.