Onion Soup Songtext / Lyric

Thin and unshaved, drunk and mysterious

Oh, I must say lifestyle is curious



With a little touch of the sniffles

And filthy socks

Gnawed, crumbled fingernails

Never doing tomahawk chops



A flaky head dandruff is distinguish

Ed lacquer is red vain is the varnish



What is at the root of this

She'll say, whatcha got

What participle do you possess

She'll say, which I have not






One blustery day we rode out

To the Meadowlands

We saw and were amazed

Then hauled it back into town again



Mississippi is a mess sometimes

And not only when it rains

How come you went back to that malaria island

'Cause our friendship is strained



Those were the days

When you were so cosmopolitan

These are the days

My letters they're so maudlin



I wrote you an eloquent postcard once

About this most exquisite onion soup

But of course I never mailed though

'Cause it was your turn in the loop, loop



Those were the days

When you were so cosmopolitan

These are the days

My letters they're increasingly maudlin