Gruts For Tea Songtext
von Ivor Cutler

Hello, Billy, tea time!
Gruts for tea!
Billy, Billy
Come on, son
Gruts for tea!
Fresh gruts!

Oh, I don′t want gruts for tea, Daddy

What?
I went out specially and got them for you

Aw, but Daddy, we had gruts yesterday

'Look, son, I walked seven miles to the High Wood to get you gruts
That′s 14 miles in all, counting the journey back
And you don't want gruts?
I fried them for you
Fried gruts, hmm, I fried them in butter


I don't want them, Daddy
Daddy, we′ve had gruts for three years now
I′m fed up with gruts
I don't want them anymore
Daddy, can′t we have something else for tea?

Oh, son!
Gruts!
They're lovely

Daddy, I don′t want gruts anymore
I hate gruts
I detest them
I have them every day and they're always fried in butter

Can′t you think of another way of cooking gruts?
There's hundreds of ways of cooking gruts
Boil them, or bake them, or stew them, or braise them
But every day, fried gruts

"Billy, come in for tea
Fried gruts
I've walked 14 miles
Seven miles to the High Wood and back"
Three years of gruts


Look what it′s done to me, Daddy!
Come here!
Come here into the bedroom and look at ourselves in the mirror, you and me
Now, look at that!

Yes
I see what you mean

Son, let′s not waste these gruts
Tomorrow I'll go to the High Wood and get something else

Look, Daddy, you′ve been saying this for three years now
Every day we have this same thing
I take you to the mirror and you say we'll have something else for tea
What else is there in the High Wood besides gruts?

Well, there′s leaves, bark, grass, and leaves
Gruts are really the best
You must admit it
Yes, Daddy, I admit it

Gruts are really the best, but I don't want them
I hate them
I detest them
In fact I′m going' to take this panful of gruts and throw them out

Oh, don't do that!
Don′t throw them out for goodness′ sake!
You'll poison the dog!