Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live till eighty four
All we ever get is gruel
Ev'ry day we say our prayer
Will they change the bill of fare?
Still we get the same old gruel
There's not a crust, not a crumb can we find
Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imagine
Food, glorious food
Hot sausage and mustard
While we're in the mood
Cold jelly and custard
Peas, pudding and saveloys
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys
In-di-gestion
Food, glorious food
We're anxious to try it
Three banquets a day
Our favourite diet
Just picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted or stewed
Oh, food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Glorious food
Food, glorious food
What is there more handsome?
Gulped, swallowed or chewed
Still worth a king's ransom
What is it we dream about?
What brings on a sigh?
Piled peaches and cream, about
Six feet high
Food, glorious food
Eat right through the menu
Just loosen your belt
Two inches and then you
Work up a new appetite
In this interlude
The food
Once again, food
Fabulous food
Glorious food
Food, glorious food
Don't care what it looks like
Burned
Underdone
Crude
Don't care what the cook's like
Just thinking of growing fat
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling
Food, glorious food
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more
That's all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but brood
On food
Magical food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Fabulous food
Beautiful food
Glorious food
