Eat Eat Eat

Eat Eat Eat Lyrics

Here come the sweet potatoes

And here's the Sunday meat, 

I guess we must be ready now 

To eat, eat, eat. 


I'm going to have the nicey plate 

And Daddy's leather seat, 

And wear my patent-leather shoes 

To eat, eat, eat. 


My Daddy's talking all about 

The war, and some old fleet, 

I wonder if he never, never, 

Never wants to eat. 


We're going to have some apple-cake, 

We're going to have a treat. 

O hurry, hurry, Daddy, 

Let us eat, eat, eat.