-> "Uh-uh Mama, I Don't Wanna"
Original Song Title:
"Hello Muddah, Hellos Faddah"
Parody Song Title:
"Uh-uh Mama, I Don't Wanna"
Uh-uh, Mama, I don’t wanna
eat those veggies! I ain’t gonna!
I don’t care ’bout cake you’re savin’
and I’ll sit here ’til tomorrow ’fore I cave in.
All those stories that you’re tryin’
to make me eat, I ain’t buyin’.
Even you know that’s a lame one
’bout those starvin’ Asian kids – can you just name one?
Feed me cabbage? Bring the bucket --
if I eat it, I’ll upchuck it.
Rutabaga makes me vomit.
Gimme cheese like Wallace shares with his dog, Grommet.
Heck with Popeye, don’t like spinach
and I’ll fight you to the finish
’fore I eat it … looks like seaweed
my suggestion’s that you simply keep it GE®’ed.
Once you tripped me up with turnips that you’d whipped
to masquerade as mashed potatoes.
Ma, that was dirty, rotten way to treat your son!
But that tipped your hand, left me hip, well-equipped
to recognize as such your lies,
and now instead of one bite I’ll always eat none.
On the cob corn’s pretty yummy,
but as pudding gooey, gummy,
and’ll sure in under two ticks
make me sound as if I’m trying to sell Buicks.
Okra, eggplant, and all squashes
I consider toxic noshes,
also almost ev’ry tuber,
and I won’t eat any peas unless they’re goober. 
[brief instrumental bridge]
That veal patty I’ve a hunch is
just like “myst’ry meat” school lunches,
and if you make me eat liver
my GI tract will become an In’jun giver.
That Braunsweiger, so disgusting,
leads to downthroat finger thrusting.
Put it back in the Amana®,
Mama, won’t you please, and give me a banana?
Ev’ry meal! Oh Mama Mama! Can’t we deal?
I feel harassed and you feel sassed.
There’s got to be a better way, can’t you be versatile?
Must you win at ev’ry breakfast, lunch, and din-
ner, Ma? In time I’ll learn that I’m
the one who’s missing out on good stuff, but meanwhile …
Shredded Wheat’s® like eatin’ wicker ...
you’ll see me eat baskets quicker.
Over breakfast must we duel?
Grape-Nuts® didn’t do much, did they, for old Ewell?
Kellogg’s Cornflakes® without sugar?
Tho’ I’d rather eat a booger,
I still eat’em ’cause I’m we-eak --
I’m addicted to those toys from Battle Cre-eek.
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