Please Pass the Biscuits

(Sang)

Just picture a lad, between Mom and Dad

It's Sunday, the tables all set

There's uncles, there's aunts, and cousins galore

There's plenty of food to be et.



The blessing is said, they reach for the bread

It's a feast a king could afford

There's clatter, there's chatter, but something's the matter

There's someone who's being ignored.



(Spoken)

Uh, would you please pass the biscuits?

Uh, would you pass the biscuits please?

Same thing ever Sunday since I can't remember when

Kinfolks all around the table and the biscuits at tuther end.



I got a plate of chicken and taters

And a lot of stuff like that

All, all I need is a biscuit

But I wish you'd look where they're at.



I guess I could reach across the table,

But that's ill-mannered, Mom always said

I wish I had a biscuit

I just can't eat without bread.



Uh, would you pass the biscuits

Uh, excuse me, would you please pass the biscuits

All I want is a biscuit, nobody seems to care

If they wouldn't talk so dog-gone loud they might be able to hear.



Hot doggies, they're half-finished eatin'

And I ain't even begun

I wish you'd look at them biscuits disappear

I'll be luck if I get a one.



Same thing ever Sunday

Always company to be fed

They're talkin' like they're wound up

Boy, I wish I had a piece of bread.



Hey, would, would, would you please pass the biscuits

It looks like somebody would notice that I ain't started eatin' yet

Sure be glad when they get their fill, and go into the parlor and set

Then, by golly, I won't have to use my manners

I'll just get a biscuit myself.



Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, there ain't a biscuit left

The only day of the week we get Sunday-fed

And they've et up all the biscuits

And, uh, I just can't eat without bread.



(Sang)

There's something the matter, no bread on the platter

And he just can't eat without bread...