Za's Stair - Goyim and Geronimo Lyrics

My custard is rife with begonias
Because she fancies herself a cook
And my salad has strips of bologna
As she waits for an approving look

Oh Mary Claire, fair of hair
Your bosoms can excuse much
But if I dare, Mary Claire
Suggest the concept of cooking dutch

Her tomatoes are coated in nutmeg
And her soup is swimming with brine
She put a lock on the kitchen door
To demonstrate the food is all mine

Oh Mary Claire, fair of hair
Your bosoms can excuse much
But if I dare, Mary Claire
Suggest the concept of cooking dutch

Her gazpacho is steaming and ornery
The potatoes are stiffened with crunch
Hell lies within her doorway
Disguised in the form of lunch

Oh Mary Claire, fair of hair
Your bosoms can excuse much
But if I dare, Mary Claire
Suggest the concept of cooking dutch

For dessert she's whipped a concoction
Of cream and gumdrops and liverwurst
For the first time I pray at the table
And beg her to at least go first

Oh Mary Claire, fair of hair
Your bosoms can excuse much
But if I dare, Mary Claire
Suggest the concept of cooking dutch