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Awful Hungry Hash House

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Awful Hungry Hash House - Loudon Wainwright III Lyrics




Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,

Keep on the sunny side of life.

It will help us on our way, it will brighten all our

days,

If we keep on the sunny side of life.

There's a hotel in this town of dubious renown,

Where they serve the hash up on the second floor.

There's a graveyard in the cellar, doctor's office in

the parlor,

And the undertaker's got his shop next door.

I'm a boarder and I dwell In that second-class hotel,

And the way they run their business isn't fair,

'Cause I'm stuck here on my bunk and I cannot get my

trunk,

And the rent I owe would break a millionaire.

"Touch-Me-Not" is on the teacups, skeleton crossbones

on the plates,

"Warning: Poison"'s on the menu every day.

Oh, the biscuits they are named, and I'm going to have

them framed,

At that awful hungry hash house where I stay.

Oh, the doughnuts, they are wooden, and we have

Limburger puddin' -

We kneel in prayer before we go to grub.

If you chance to get a breeze of that hambalonia

cheese,

You'd have swore somebody'd hit you with a club.

The sausage, they are marked, if you touch them, they

will bark -

They are relics sent from Bingen-on-the-Rhine,

And the boarders have the croup, from drinking frozen

soup

At that awful hungry hash house where I dine.

And I'm never fully rested 'cause the room I rent's

infested,

And the critters all have nested in my clothes,

And the fleas, they hold me down, while the chinches

creep around,

And the bedbugs play pinochle on my nose.

They have India-rubber pickles, extra sizes for the

cripples,

And a dinner bell and gong they can't afford.

When they open up the gate, we come rolling in on

skates

At that awful hungry hash house where I board.

There's a woman called the Duchess, brings the coffee

in on crutches,

And the cake looks like a sponge that's petrified.

The pies are old and gray, and they're only in the way,

At that awful hungry hash house where I bide.

Oh, the beefsteak it was rare and the butter had red

hair,

Baby had its feet both in the soup.

The eggs they would not match and If you touched one it

would hatch,

And double back for safety in the coop.

It will help us on our way, it will brighten all our

days,

If we keep on the sunny side of life.


Awful Hungry Hash House lyrics !!!