Chords for Larry Groce - Junk Food Junkie (New Stereo Recording)

[B] _ [E] You know I love that [A] organic cooking, [B] always ask for [E] more.
And they call me [C#] Mr.
Natural, [F#] on down to the [B] health food store.
[E] I only need good sea salt, [A] white sugar don't [E] touch my lips.
And my [Gm] friends is [C#] always beggin' me to [B] take them on [E] macrobiotic trips.
Yes they [C#m] are. _
But at night I take out my strong [F#m] box, and then I keep under [C#m] lock and key.
And I take it off to my closet, [D#] where nobody [G#] else can see. _
[C#m] I open that lid so slowly, [F#m] take a peek up north [D#m] down [E] south.
Then I pull out [C#] a hostess [Bm] Twinkie, and I pop [E] it in my mouth. _
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_ _ _ [A] In the daytime [E] I'm Mr.
Natural, [B] just as healthy [E] as I can be.
But at night I'm [C#m] a junk food junkie, good [G#] lord [E] have pity on me.
_ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ At lunch time you can always [A] find me at the Whole Earth [E] Vitamin Bar.
Just [B] sucking on [C#] my plain white yogurt [F#] from my hand thrown [B] pottery jar. _
[E] And sipping a little hand pressed cider [A] with a carrot stick [E] for dessert.
And wiping my face in a [Fm] natural [B] way on the sleeve of [E] my peasants shirt.
[C#m] Yes I do. _ _ _ _ _
But when that clock strikes midnight, [F#m] and I'm all [C#m] by myself.
I work that [E]
combination [D#] on my secret [G#] hideaway shelf.
[C#m] And I pull out some Fritos corn chips, [F#m] Dr.
Pepper, and an old [G#m] moon [Em] pie.
I sit back in [C#] glorious [F] [F#] expectation of a [E] genuine junk food hide.
[A] _ [E] I'm Mr.
N- _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] In the daytime [E] I'm Mr.
Natural, [B] just as healthy as [E] I can be.
But at night I'm a [C#m] junk food [G#] junkie, good lord have [E] pity on me.
_ [G#m] _ _
[E] My friends down at the [A] commune, they think I'm [E] pretty neat.
I don't [F#] know a thing [C#] about their arts and [F#] crafts, but I give them all [B] something to eat.
[E] I was a friend to old Ewell Gibbons, rest [A] his soul I only eat [E] home grown spice.
I got a [D] John Keats autograph, [B] Grecian urn filled up with my [E] brown rice.
You [G#m] know I [C#m] do. _
_ _ But lately I have been spotted, [F#m] with a big Mac [C#m] on my breath. _
_ _ _ _ Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders, [E] 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 [D#m] bed.
[E] With a [D] handful of [C#] Pringles [G#] potato chips, and a ding dong [E] by my head.
[D] In the daytime [E] I'm Mr.
[B] Natural, just as healthy as I [E] can be.
But at night I'm a junk food [C#m] junkie, [G#] good lord have [C#m] pity on me. _ _
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