(Joe Ricardel, Redd Evans)
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I don't want French fried potatoes,
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Red ripe tomatoes,
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I'm never satisfied.
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I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
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With chafafah on the side.
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I don't want pork chops and bacon,
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That won't awaken
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My appetite inside.
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I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
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With chafafah on the side.
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Now a fella's really got to eat
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And a fella should eat right.
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Five will get you ten
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I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.
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I don't want fish cakes and rye bread,
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You heard what I said.
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Waiter, please serve mine fried
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I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
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With chafafah on the side.
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~interlude~
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A fella's really got to eat
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And a fella should eat right.
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Five will get you ten
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I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.
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I don't want fish cakes and rye bread,
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You heard what I said.
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Waiter, please serve mine fried
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I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay
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With chafafah on the side.
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( Nat's ending (no melody): Now if you don't have it, just bring me a check for the water.
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The Frim Fram Sauce
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| Nat King Cole |
