Junk Food Junkie chords

[C]You know I love that organic cooking, I [F]always ask for [C]more.
And they call me Mr. [A]Natural, on [D]down to the health food [G]store.
I [C]only eat good sea salt, white [F]sugar don't touch my [C]lips.
[C]And my friends is always [A]begging me to take them [D]on, macro[G]biotic [C]trips.
Yes, they [Am]are.

#2.
[Am]Oh, but at night I take out my strongbox, that I keep under
[Dm]lock and [Am]key.
And I [D]take it off to my closet, where nobody else can [G]see.
[Am]I open that door so slowly, take a peek up [Dm]north and [Am]south.
Then I [C]pull out a Hostess [A]Twinkie, and I [D]pop it [G]in my [C]mouth.

[CHORUS]
Yeah, in the [F]daytime I'm Mr. [C]Natural, just as [G]healthy as I can [C]be.
[C]But at night I'm a junk food [Am]junkie, good [E]Lord have pity on [Am]me.

#3.
[C]Well, at lunchtime you can always find me, at the [F]Whole Earth Vitamin [C]Bar.
Just sucking on my plain white [A]yogurt, from my [D]hand thrown pottery [G]jar.
And [C]sippin' a little hand pressed cider, with a [F]carrot stick for [C]dessert.
[C]And wiping my face in a [A]natural way, on the [D]sleeve of my [G]peasant [C]shirt.
Oh [Am]yeah!

#4.
[Am]Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight and I'm all [Dm]by my[Am]self.
[Am]I work that combination, on my [D]secret hideaway [G]shelf.
And I [Am]pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and an ol' [Dm]Moon [Am]Pie.
Then I [C]sit back in glorious [A]expectation, of a [D]genuine [G]junk food [C]high.

[CHORUS]
Yeah, in the [F]daytime I'm Mr. [C]Natural, just as [G]healthy as I can [C]be.
[C]But at night I'm a junk food [Am]junkie, good [E]Lord have pity on [Am]me.

#5.
[C]My friends down at the commune, they [F]think I'm pretty [C]neat.
[C]Oh, I don't know nothing about [A]arts and crafts,
but I [D]give 'em all something to [G]eat.
I'm a [C]friend to old Euell Gibbons, and I [F]only eat homegrown [C]spice.
[C]I got a John Keats autographed [A]Grecian urn, filled [D]up with my [G]brown [C]rice.
Yes, I [Am]do.

#6.
[Am]Oh, but folks, lately I have been spotted, with a Big Mac [Dm]on my [Am]breath.
[D]Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders, with a [G]face as white as death.
[Am]I'm afraid someday they'll find me, just stretched out [Dm]on my [Am]bed.
With a [C]handful of Pringles [A]Potato Chips, and a [D]Ding Dong [G]by my [C]head.

[CHORUS]
Yeah, in the [F]daytime I'm Mr. [C]Natural, just as [G]healthy as I can [C]be.
[C]But at night I'm a junk food [Am]junkie, good [E]Lord have pity on [Am]me.

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