My wife Mary made a lovely shepherds pie & peas
With carrots and gravy, oh and cabbage as an additional green
I said that looks fantastic love and I tucked in hungrily
My daughter Karen didn’t, something I wish I’d seen
For soon my plate was empty, I said “Mary, is there any more?”
She said “No, love, but its treacle sponge for afters” and I said “phwoar”
I’d had a couple of mouthfuls, when I heard Karen declare
“I can’t eat any more of this shepherds pie mum”
Well it filled me with despair.
(because if I’d known that I wouldn’t have started my sweet)
Chorus.
But I can’t go back to savoury now
That shepherd’s pie was stunning
But I’m, halfway through my pudding
I can’t go back to savoury now
My taste buds would go crazy
And I can’t go back to savoury now
(‘caus you can’t can you?)
My tummy was in turmoil, I was panicked and confused
And as Karen’s dinner grew colder, so did my sweet
For my pleasure in that treacle sponge was now massively reduced
By the sight of fluffy potato, and glistening meat
Take this plate from me Oh Lord, before I go insane
Should I press on with my afters, or go back to my main?
Oh I can’t go back to savoury now
That shepherd’s pie was stunning
But I’m, halfway through my pudding
I can’t go back to savoury now, Oh No
My taste buds would go crazy
And I can’t go back to savoury now
I can’t go back, I won’t go back
I’d love to go back but I mustn’t do that
I can’t go back, I won’t go back
I’d love to go back obviously, but I mustn’t do that
At that moment I heard a sound, a scrape of knife on plate
As I watched Karen’s dinner go in the dog’s dish
My appetite now gone, my pudding suffered the same fate
I can only assume this appalling outcome,
Was God’s wish
‘Cause I can’t go back to savoury now
I can’t go back to savoury now
That shepherd’s pie was stunning
But I’m, halfway through my pudding
I can’t go back to savoury now
My taste buds would go crazy
And I can’t go back to savoury now
I can’t go back to savoury… now
MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB
Mary had a little lamb Green beans and new potatoes
I had tuna and sweetcorn flan
We served ourselves – no waiters
(because it was a carvery you see)
Ken plumped for the shepherd’s pie
I said ‘Ken, you’re outrageous’
For he had piled his plate sky high
To eat it took him ages
We had a carafe of sweet white wine
And Ken had a gin and tonic
There was a giraffe for children to climb
Though no children were on it…
Mary had a little lamb
But that was her big folly
For she was finished when it came
To viewing the sweet trolley
A substantial main meal would have made
A sweet unnecessary
As it was she suffered
‘Rigor Mortis by Raspberry’