Junk Food Junkie Chords by Larry Groce

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[E] You know I love that organic cooking, I [A] always ask for [B] more.
And they call me
[C#] Mr.
Natural, [F#] on down to the [B] health food store.
[E] I only eat good seesaw, white
[A] sugar don't touch my [E] lips.
And my friends is always begging [F#] me to take them on
[B] macro body trips.
Yes [C#m] they are.
All but night I take out my strong box [F#] that I
keep under lock [C#m] and key.
And I take it off to my closet [D] [D#] where nobody else [G#] can
see. _ _
[C#] I open that door so slowly, [F#] take a peek up north and [B] south.
Then I [A#] pull out
a hostess [C#] Twinkie and I pop it [E] in my mouth.
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Yeah [A] in the daytime I'm [E] Mr.
Natural.
[B] Just as healthy as I [E] can be.
But at night [C#m] I'm a junk food [G#] junkie.
Good Lord [C#m] have
pity on me.
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
Well at lunchtime you can always find me [A] at the Whole Earth
Vitamin Bar.
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt [F#] from a hand [B]-thrown pottery
jar.
_ _ [E] And sipping a little hand-pressed cider [A] with a carrot stick for [E] dessert.
And wiping my face in a [F#] natural way on the sleeve of my [E] peasant shirt.
Oh [C#m] yeah. _ _ _ _
_ Ah but when that clock strikes midnight [F#m] and I'm all by [C#m] myself.
I work at
combination on my [D#] secret hideaway [G#m] shelf.
And [C#m] I pull out some Fritos corn chips,
[F#] Dr.
Pepper and an old moon pie.
[D#m] Then I sit back in glorious [C#] expectation [B] of a
genuine junk [E] food hide.
Yeah in the daytime _ _ _ _
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[E] I'm Mr.
Natural.
[B] Just as healthy as I can [E] be.
Oh but at night I'm a [C#m] junk food junkie.
[G#] Good Lord have [C#m] pity on me.
[E] Alright.
_ _ _ _ My
friends down at the commune [A] they think I'm [E] pretty neat.
Oh I don't know nothing
about arts [F#] and crafts but I give them [B] all something to eat.
I'm a friend to old
Ewell Gibbons and [A] I only eat homegrown [E] spice.
I got a John Keats [C#] autograph
Grecian [F#] Urn filled up with [E] my brown rice.
[C#m] Yes I do. _ _
Oh folks but lately I have been
spotted with a Big Mac on my breath.
_ _ _ _ Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders [D#] with a
face as [G#] white as death.
[C#m] I'm afraid someday they'll find me [F#m] just stretched
out on my bed with a [D#] handful of Pringles [C#] potato chips and a ding-dong [E] by my head.
[A] In the daytime [E] I'm Mr.
Natural.
[B] Just as healthy as [E] I can be.
But at night [C#m] I'm a junk food junkie.
[G#] Good Lord have [C#m] pity on me. _ _ _
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