Fussy Eater Songtext
von The Lancashire Hotpots

I know a bloke
With a normal life
And a normal house
And a normal wife
And he sleeps in a
Normal bed at night
But when it comes to eating
He′s not right
You see he doesn't eat fruit
He don′t like the pips
And he won't have yogurt
Coz it might have bits
When he has a full English
He starts shakin'
Coz he mustn′t let
The bean juice
Touch the bacon


He′s a fussy eater
He needs to be told
You're a fully grown man
Not five years old
If you offer him peas
He starts to sweat
Stop picking at yer plate son
Get it ′ate

When he was growing up
They thought it were a phase
He still won't eat a burger
If it′s got mayonnaise
Offer him broccoli
He rolls his eyes
Says currants in cakes
Remind him of flies
When he has a salad
He takes his timey
Bins the tomatoes
He says "they're slimy"
Show him celery
He gets peaky
Says no to green beans
They′re just too squeaky


He's a fussy eater
He needs to be told
You're a fully grown man
Not five years old
If you offer him peas
He starts to sweat
Stop picking at yer plate son
Get it ′ate

Won′t eat a peach
Coz it's furry of course
Can′t touch a steak
If comes with a sauce
If there's coleslaw on his plate
He sends it back
Every single meal
Is a panic attack!

WHOOOOAHHHH!

He′s a fussy eater
He needs to be told
You're a fully grown man
Not five years old
If you offer him peas
He starts to sweat
Stop picking at yer plate son
Get it ′ate
He's a fussy eater
He needs to be told
You're a fully grown man
Not five years old
If you offer him peas
He starts to sweat
Stop picking at yer plate son
Get it ′ate
He′s a fussy eater
He needs to be told
You're a fully grown man
Not five years old
If you offer him peas
He starts to sweat
Stop picking at your plate son
Get it ate
Stop picking at your plate son
Get it ate
Stop picking at your plate sun
Get it ate
Get it down you!